Miss takes
I almost made mistakes snaking with my hormoned hands, pretending studness with miss takes; but I fell back to loathsome nerdyness and survived my youth. A second entry on mistakes […]
I almost made mistakes snaking with my hormoned hands, pretending studness with miss takes; but I fell back to loathsome nerdyness and survived my youth. A second entry on mistakes […]
Years have passed, but I still recall every single footstep leading to our old mill. My father’s voice still echoes: “We will never sell, never”, but what can a single […]
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