Midsummer plans
The car was filled with plans and beachwear. Midsummer is herring, friends and snaps. Summer lay ahead of me. The reggae music couldn’t hide the beating rhythm of the windshield […]
The car was filled with plans and beachwear. Midsummer is herring, friends and snaps. Summer lay ahead of me. The reggae music couldn’t hide the beating rhythm of the windshield […]
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