Confusion in resistance
It’s not from friction of my quill, not from lack of ink or paper, I have all the syllables but it seems I cannot stitch them into sense. It’s not […]
It’s not from friction of my quill, not from lack of ink or paper, I have all the syllables but it seems I cannot stitch them into sense. It’s not […]
When she danced on my screen it was like smiling at dusk… It kept me from thinking of rain and the darkness of the code I was writing of being […]
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