Barefoot
Have you walked at night through endless labyrinths of mirrors, guided by a sleight of hand? Can you recognize deceit from made up sorcerers? Do you think infinity exists anywhere […]
Have you walked at night through endless labyrinths of mirrors, guided by a sleight of hand? Can you recognize deceit from made up sorcerers? Do you think infinity exists anywhere […]
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