The last day of summer
I remember the murder of crow feasting on roadkill, the reek from the swine farm we passed, the sunflower tilting their heads for the rain. I remember the radio playing […]
I remember the murder of crow feasting on roadkill, the reek from the swine farm we passed, the sunflower tilting their heads for the rain. I remember the radio playing […]
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