Escape or yet a prison?
I see a staircase leading to the stars; to his bedroom upstairs. For far too long, we have been locked by poverty and war. Between the bombings in Damascus to […]
I see a staircase leading to the stars; to his bedroom upstairs. For far too long, we have been locked by poverty and war. Between the bombings in Damascus to […]
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