Frying eggs
Destiny to many old, too young, the only fold, a manifold, a crease, a cringe disease; this plague’s a blessing of our stolen cars when tarmac’s burnin’ sunbeamed hot. What’s […]
Destiny to many old, too young, the only fold, a manifold, a crease, a cringe disease; this plague’s a blessing of our stolen cars when tarmac’s burnin’ sunbeamed hot. What’s […]
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