Island of your words unsaid
On oily doldrums, in the silent sea an island lies. It’s filled with crosses and on craggy shores are rotting carcasses of moored intentions and the words unsaid are feeding […]
On oily doldrums, in the silent sea an island lies. It’s filled with crosses and on craggy shores are rotting carcasses of moored intentions and the words unsaid are feeding […]
Spontaneous is carefully selected mismatch, expensive socks unpaired and designer patchwork parkas made in Bangladesh. It’s feng-shui of the coffee-shop where posers order oolong tea. It’s zen on Instagram and […]
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