Color of sea
Some claim the sea is blue, but other say it’s green. I often see the sea as grey, when clouds obscure horizon and every sound crawls closer. On such days […]
Some claim the sea is blue, but other say it’s green. I often see the sea as grey, when clouds obscure horizon and every sound crawls closer. On such days […]
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