Birdbrain
They called me birdbrain. I was their punchbag and aunt Sally. I tried my best to be complacent. All in vain — they left me shipwrecked to my failures. I […]
They called me birdbrain. I was their punchbag and aunt Sally. I tried my best to be complacent. All in vain — they left me shipwrecked to my failures. I […]
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