How to share the grain.
“It must be filled with grain”, Ian’s eyes burned with hunger, a finger resting on the trigger of their only AK-47. “It’s all ours now”, his gaze met Sara’s. Sara […]
“It must be filled with grain”, Ian’s eyes burned with hunger, a finger resting on the trigger of their only AK-47. “It’s all ours now”, his gaze met Sara’s. Sara […]
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