Shadows in the library
There are moments when he talks to shadows. He knows they care and never interrupt to leave him like a light might do. The moon, the sun even candles shine […]
There are moments when he talks to shadows. He knows they care and never interrupt to leave him like a light might do. The moon, the sun even candles shine […]
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