Dignity lost and found
Finally she was alone – resting. I had been watching her graceful dance; the magic of her presence energized the melodies. Despite fears I had to act. I grabbed two […]
Finally she was alone – resting. I had been watching her graceful dance; the magic of her presence energized the melodies. Despite fears I had to act. I grabbed two […]
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