Germinal on repeat
Edna wakes at 5 AM; each morning the same chores, there are cows to milk and manure to clean, then breakfast for Joe. “Why’s coffee so weak?” “We’re down to […]
Edna wakes at 5 AM; each morning the same chores, there are cows to milk and manure to clean, then breakfast for Joe. “Why’s coffee so weak?” “We’re down 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