Anything but home
“This will do, it’s not home but it’s got a roof.” “How do we get in?” Jimmy knew the answer. He could climb. He could fight the grease and rats […]
“This will do, it’s not home but it’s got a roof.” “How do we get in?” Jimmy knew the answer. He could climb. He could fight the grease and rats […]
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