Doors behind doors
The library is vast and it’s been said that there are doors that open into doors to rooms and halls where shelves are filled with books and scrolls. Where you […]
The library is vast and it’s been said that there are doors that open into doors to rooms and halls where shelves are filled with books and scrolls. Where you […]
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