No cocooning
I’m tempted to curl up, cuddle warmth, and wait for world to metamorph, to butterfly itself to tolerance; but I realize that taking stance works better than cocooning, that chance […]
I’m tempted to curl up, cuddle warmth, and wait for world to metamorph, to butterfly itself to tolerance; but I realize that taking stance works better than cocooning, that chance […]
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