They called it marriage
They never call it sacrifice to enter Y’bhag’s cave. “It’s marriage, honoring your family.” mother priestess said. My real mother cried when she dressed me in the gown of silk […]
They never call it sacrifice to enter Y’bhag’s cave. “It’s marriage, honoring your family.” mother priestess said. My real mother cried when she dressed me in the gown of silk […]
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