The killer filaments
Fragments means, when after- wards interpreted, pieced together, much like swirls of fingerprints or helices, the souls of past still buried in our cells. We try to place ourselves in […]
Fragments means, when after- wards interpreted, pieced together, much like swirls of fingerprints or helices, the souls of past still buried in our cells. We try to place ourselves in […]
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