Summer shower
A summer shower is like a feral cat. It attacks you from behind, icy claws outstretched and if you don’t beware you’re drenched. Today when bicycling from work we had […]
A summer shower is like a feral cat. It attacks you from behind, icy claws outstretched and if you don’t beware you’re drenched. Today when bicycling from work we had […]
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