Believing is for the night
At night we talked in unicorn believing in the possibility that broken promises or shards of hope can be rectified with glue. But daylight turn the unicorns to donkeys; we […]
At night we talked in unicorn believing in the possibility that broken promises or shards of hope can be rectified with glue. But daylight turn the unicorns to donkeys; we […]
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