The artefact
The rays of light from the torch cut through stale air of the secret chamber. Specks of dust scintillated in its sheen. Professor Detlev Hörder gasped. “Diz iz de crown […]
The rays of light from the torch cut through stale air of the secret chamber. Specks of dust scintillated in its sheen. Professor Detlev Hörder gasped. “Diz iz de crown […]
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