Glass and silver
I didn’t want his glass and silver to be a lady or to serve him dinner. So I pawned his linen for my lens, went out collecting sinners to fix […]
I didn’t want his glass and silver to be a lady or to serve him dinner. So I pawned his linen for my lens, went out collecting sinners to fix […]
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