The day the music died
I take pebbles from the shore and throw them one by one into dying water. From across the bay I hear music playing from an open window. Just like last […]
I take pebbles from the shore and throw them one by one into dying water. From across the bay I hear music playing from an open window. Just like last […]
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