Sweet bastard
You’re banned from these, my shores, sweet bastard if you ever dare again, to snake your way into my bed I’ll pierce you, have you nailed, harpooned, and leave your […]
You’re banned from these, my shores, sweet bastard if you ever dare again, to snake your way into my bed I’ll pierce you, have you nailed, harpooned, and leave your […]
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