Are you the moon?
How did the moon feel when it was left alone in darkness to radiate the faded lights that spilled from day to night? Did it feel betrayed or dazzled by […]
How did the moon feel when it was left alone in darkness to radiate the faded lights that spilled from day to night? Did it feel betrayed or dazzled by […]
Do acorns have the sense to know the way to best become an oak? Do horses know how infinity can be traveled or reversed again? Do the butterfly mourn a […]
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