The whiteness of a beast.
A certain whiteness — just before my thoughts are caged inside the borders glow: It’s perfect in my mind. When world is still compressed, as gravity of air; it’s luminous, […]
A certain whiteness — just before my thoughts are caged inside the borders glow: It’s perfect in my mind. When world is still compressed, as gravity of air; it’s luminous, […]
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