This is what I mean when I talk about roses
It’s neither the sun nor the waves, neither mountains nor forests. It’s not the boughs of our oak in summer, when laden with leaves. It’s neither the nightingale’s song nor […]
It’s neither the sun nor the waves, neither mountains nor forests. It’s not the boughs of our oak in summer, when laden with leaves. It’s neither the nightingale’s song nor […]
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