The last days of the library
Even as the walls have crumbled, in the final days of our Atlantis, the aged librarian can breathe in company of books. He’s calm among the thought of elders. among […]
Even as the walls have crumbled, in the final days of our Atlantis, the aged librarian can breathe in company of books. He’s calm among the thought of elders. among […]
A jar of moonshine by my still the sheriff does not know the thrill of being drunk by woods in night. it lends to misery its light This is 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