One more cup of coffee
Ever since I asked we had been silent. “One more of cup of coffee?”, the waitress smiled, gazing at the jeweler’s box on the table. “Yes, please”, I answered just […]
Ever since I asked we had been silent. “One more of cup of coffee?”, the waitress smiled, gazing at the jeweler’s box on the table. “Yes, please”, I answered just […]
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