Making sure she is buried
The late Mrs. Emel Mackenzie always came early to better be able to notice the lateness of others, and hence at her funeral the pews had started to fill an […]
The late Mrs. Emel Mackenzie always came early to better be able to notice the lateness of others, and hence at her funeral the pews had started to fill an […]
You left me early that morning in October, leaving only your warmness behind. I overslept, woke with a jolt, wondering where in the shadows you’re freezing. I made myself coffee, […]
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