The river is complicit
She had been walking by the banks and talked to sailors; in the taverns there were whispers and we made millstones out of rumors even long before the night when […]
She had been walking by the banks and talked to sailors; in the taverns there were whispers and we made millstones out of rumors even long before the night when […]
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