Existence
The raindrop clinging to the last of leaves in fall. The sound of snow melting in a moonlit garden. The cotton candy clouds capturing the first pink of dawn. The […]
The raindrop clinging to the last of leaves in fall. The sound of snow melting in a moonlit garden. The cotton candy clouds capturing the first pink of dawn. The […]
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