Johnny’s gone
As soon as the last guest left Clara locked the door and meticulously cleaned the bar. She washed the glasses and swept the floor. Thirty minutes later she left her […]
As soon as the last guest left Clara locked the door and meticulously cleaned the bar. She washed the glasses and swept the floor. Thirty minutes later she left her […]
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