For the stars (if anyone cares)
I sense it: the void I am filling with sixty percent water, some average bones (more solid than air); yet my thinking is silent and dreams are much more than […]
I sense it: the void I am filling with sixty percent water, some average bones (more solid than air); yet my thinking is silent and dreams are much more than […]
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