The mask of pretending narcissism
In the mirror he can see his stories, past and present sins as carved striations, scars and flaky rot — still he smiles, pretending it’s right to take but never […]
In the mirror he can see his stories, past and present sins as carved striations, scars and flaky rot — still he smiles, pretending it’s right to take but never […]
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