They served the black milk of the past
They came at dawn, benevolent with promises with open hands, and buses, candy-smiles, separating fathers from their wives sisters to the left and brothers to the right before they served […]
They came at dawn, benevolent with promises with open hands, and buses, candy-smiles, separating fathers from their wives sisters to the left and brothers to the right before they served […]
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