Habitat
When time is stretched too t-h-i-n it doesn’t break but waits, and purrs … as if to say: you cannot win unless you travel with the speed of light to […]
When time is stretched too t-h-i-n it doesn’t break but waits, and purrs … as if to say: you cannot win unless you travel with the speed of light to […]
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