Seven years afterward
Seven years: now a message waits, still unread. I recall the warm touch of your hand just before I slipped when soldiers came. I remember how afterwards I searched for […]
Seven years: now a message waits, still unread. I recall the warm touch of your hand just before I slipped when soldiers came. I remember how afterwards I searched for […]
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