Let rust replace our slavery
In stagnant steam and smoke — machinery condemns us to be servants to their wheels; we add some oil to quench its squeal we’re locked in this foreboding slavery. In […]
In stagnant steam and smoke — machinery condemns us to be servants to their wheels; we add some oil to quench its squeal we’re locked in this foreboding slavery. In […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis