Not yet black ice
October has arrived and for every day the mornings grow darker. I know that soon it’s time for the first frost. Not the sweet touch of cold painting maple leaves, […]
October has arrived and for every day the mornings grow darker. I know that soon it’s time for the first frost. Not the sweet touch of cold painting maple leaves, […]
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