Listen to the leaves
The voice is not from color of the leaves but from the lush words they utter, in the glossy sentences they form from rain and summer, the green syllables they […]
The voice is not from color of the leaves but from the lush words they utter, in the glossy sentences they form from rain and summer, the green syllables they […]
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