Utopia is close
Utopia is close my dear, closer than you think, but it’s neither land of plenty nor a constant struggle. It’s neither dream nor for real. It’s neither rain nor sunshine. […]
Utopia is close my dear, closer than you think, but it’s neither land of plenty nor a constant struggle. It’s neither dream nor for real. It’s neither rain nor sunshine. […]
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