Saturday morning
Your voice tastes saffron, cardamom and green, as you whisper secrets in your sleep. I dreamed of strawberries but at the break of dawn your eyes were symphonies, a taste […]
Your voice tastes saffron, cardamom and green, as you whisper secrets in your sleep. I dreamed of strawberries but at the break of dawn your eyes were symphonies, a taste […]
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