Atropine eyes
The sunshine of spring are like bullets bombarding my atropine eyes. Not like before the lullaby waves of the light brushing my shore, No longer it harbingers spring and the […]
The sunshine of spring are like bullets bombarding my atropine eyes. Not like before the lullaby waves of the light brushing my shore, No longer it harbingers spring and the […]
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