The olive of your cocktail
To be an olive soaked in gin would mean that I would wet your lips and slowly sip by sip I would slip inside your skin I would make you […]
To be an olive soaked in gin would mean that I would wet your lips and slowly sip by sip I would slip inside your skin I would make you […]
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