Icicled
Stockholm in december, frozen. Silence eating her. Icicled she stirred her tea. Just a week ago she’d felt selected. Unique. Her dreams were coming true. Only the audition first. She […]
Stockholm in december, frozen. Silence eating her. Icicled she stirred her tea. Just a week ago she’d felt selected. Unique. Her dreams were coming true. Only the audition first. She […]
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