The summer of thunder
To find yourself exposed to lightning, in the mountains when even fathers panic. I was ten I think, and didn’t care; I had to soak, puddled wet through clothes. You […]
To find yourself exposed to lightning, in the mountains when even fathers panic. I was ten I think, and didn’t care; I had to soak, puddled wet through clothes. You […]
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