Close to the horizon
To visit an island means to border yourself. There are places of magic where your line vision both expands towards the horizon and shrinks to the small piece of land […]
To visit an island means to border yourself. There are places of magic where your line vision both expands towards the horizon and shrinks to the small piece of land […]
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