How to choose a destiny
We were the sea and soil, the withered green We were the burning ice and blazing night. But we were crushed by weight of dawn. We were the fragrant rose, […]
We were the sea and soil, the withered green We were the burning ice and blazing night. But we were crushed by weight of dawn. We were the fragrant rose, […]
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