It could be Monday
Genre: Experimental noir Last night had been filled with stars, soft music from her lips. Promises. This morning it is fog and mud. Mold and glass rings on my kitchen […]
Genre: Experimental noir Last night had been filled with stars, soft music from her lips. Promises. This morning it is fog and mud. Mold and glass rings on my kitchen […]
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