A shotgun wedding
I dread the choices they propose between what’s bad or maybe worse. A shotgun wedding, I suppose is something like when seeing worth in hues of skin or acts of […]
I dread the choices they propose between what’s bad or maybe worse. A shotgun wedding, I suppose is something like when seeing worth in hues of skin or acts of […]
The darkness eats reflections of the warmth from candlelights and dinner served inside the house he used to call his home; he tried in vain to mend the holes; with […]
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