The old man and the oak
My fingers trace the indentations left the letters of forever us — memories of sunshine in her hair, I stand bereft an old man lingering on enemies embedded in the […]
My fingers trace the indentations left the letters of forever us — memories of sunshine in her hair, I stand bereft an old man lingering on enemies embedded in the […]
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