Who did you meet?
Between a heartbeat and a sigh, you said (as if with reason): “We’ve reached an end”. I noticed then, how close to treason words can be; a precipice you never […]
Between a heartbeat and a sigh, you said (as if with reason): “We’ve reached an end”. I noticed then, how close to treason words can be; a precipice you never […]
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