Our second sun
It’s the blisters forming, second, sometimes even third, degree; like drinking moonshine or the tom yum gai on swollen tongues. It’s chap of lips. It’s claws extending from the mushroom […]
It’s the blisters forming, second, sometimes even third, degree; like drinking moonshine or the tom yum gai on swollen tongues. It’s chap of lips. It’s claws extending from the mushroom […]
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