No more queues, or I be darned
Spelling spilt in split of hairs i spread your words and sentence letters into sentences make sense and scare your false pretense, as if you say: TOMATO I wonder who’s […]
Spelling spilt in split of hairs i spread your words and sentence letters into sentences make sense and scare your false pretense, as if you say: TOMATO I wonder who’s […]
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