Unfit like dodos
Unfit like dodos, hope are eggs we count before we crush them with our weight. It’s like the parchment promise signed with borrowed blood, the blindfold driving, speeding into bleeding. […]
Unfit like dodos, hope are eggs we count before we crush them with our weight. It’s like the parchment promise signed with borrowed blood, the blindfold driving, speeding into bleeding. […]
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