On the third visit to the asylum he started to speak
Why do they come?, you ask. Our scientists never could explain the green flashes in the sky. “Meteors”, said one “Aurora Borealis” another claimed. But I have studied them for […]
Why do they come?, you ask. Our scientists never could explain the green flashes in the sky. “Meteors”, said one “Aurora Borealis” another claimed. But I have studied them for […]
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