A pair of shoes once worn
Once filled with bones and flesh, pulsating blood, a pair of shoes, once worn when waiting for a piece of bread for the train for beginnings and this end of […]
Once filled with bones and flesh, pulsating blood, a pair of shoes, once worn when waiting for a piece of bread for the train for beginnings and this end of […]
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