Locusts
We were like locusts. Burning pilfering and raping. We said it was the law of war, that it was merely tactics. We implemented scorched-earth policies to rule. “They would do […]
We were like locusts. Burning pilfering and raping. We said it was the law of war, that it was merely tactics. We implemented scorched-earth policies to rule. “They would do […]
“Is the library like woods or sea? Do books resemble trees or waves?” Maybe they are both, the aged librarian ponders as he stirs his Oolong tea while sifting through […]
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