Mileva
You used to talk with me as equal, in terms of curves, derivatives equations, and the delicacy of a molecule in motion. Our dinner once was made from chalk, reductions, […]
You used to talk with me as equal, in terms of curves, derivatives equations, and the delicacy of a molecule in motion. Our dinner once was made from chalk, reductions, […]
How can anything be said in other tongues than mine, still sticky from your stolen honey? How can anything be told in any other books than mine once inked 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