Burning my mementos
She sold seashells by the seashore.Once. Now mementos for my fingertips, boxed and sorted each telling a story. I remember her windblown hair. I recall the sand between my toes. […]
She sold seashells by the seashore.Once. Now mementos for my fingertips, boxed and sorted each telling a story. I remember her windblown hair. I recall the sand between my toes. […]
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