Snake oil cures
He paints a canvas of concerns each sooty headline is a scar, his brow is wrinkled, skin is burned; and when he sighs you think he cares But it’s just […]
He paints a canvas of concerns each sooty headline is a scar, his brow is wrinkled, skin is burned; and when he sighs you think he cares But it’s just […]
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