Octagon of home
I. The walls of any home is less its stone and mortar than the spyglass on the upper floor. II. Coming home is a piece sandglass being polished on a […]
I. The walls of any home is less its stone and mortar than the spyglass on the upper floor. II. Coming home is a piece sandglass being polished on a […]
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