Swedish Carnival
No parade for us, no flesh of thighs exposed, (it’s way too cold) no dancing in the street (we’re not so bold) no saints or idols on display (we rather […]
No parade for us, no flesh of thighs exposed, (it’s way too cold) no dancing in the street (we’re not so bold) no saints or idols on display (we rather […]
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