A Monday in June
It was never how the sea bit at my ankles or how the kelp of its fingers were trying vain pulling me down that made me see how like angels […]
It was never how the sea bit at my ankles or how the kelp of its fingers were trying vain pulling me down that made me see how like angels […]
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