Still life with silverware
Memories of nights, when afterwards I walked through lilac-scent, and black- bird melodies, are pewter in our silver- ware, a nail that snags my socks; it’s a nagging dream of […]
Memories of nights, when afterwards I walked through lilac-scent, and black- bird melodies, are pewter in our silver- ware, a nail that snags my socks; it’s a nagging dream of […]
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