Obituary for a mollusk
Once the mollusk softness of its tentacles decays in death remains of a nautilus, when stranded in the sand, its shell… the inner core, (an imprint of its body) the […]
Once the mollusk softness of its tentacles decays in death remains of a nautilus, when stranded in the sand, its shell… the inner core, (an imprint of its body) the […]
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