The rabbit and her assistant
After the magician’s assistant eloped with his rabbit, he started to drink. He couldn’t decide what was worst: their deceit or the fact that he didn’t know piss about the […]
After the magician’s assistant eloped with his rabbit, he started to drink. He couldn’t decide what was worst: their deceit or the fact that he didn’t know piss about the […]
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