6:30 on your way to work
No, it wasn’t the rain or the sour scent of unwashed wool, it wasn’t the stinging sound of strangers making up on mobile phones. No, it wasn’t tiredness of Netflix […]
No, it wasn’t the rain or the sour scent of unwashed wool, it wasn’t the stinging sound of strangers making up on mobile phones. No, it wasn’t tiredness of Netflix […]
Eighteen years ago I moved to Stockholm. Though, I was a tree uprooted from the forest of my youth, at first it felt familiar from vacations and business trips, I […]
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