Back in Vienna again
Vienna had changed for the better, the colors were brighter but the shadows were still as deep. Pulling down the fedora he lits a cigarette. Contract killing is mostly waiting, […]
Vienna had changed for the better, the colors were brighter but the shadows were still as deep. Pulling down the fedora he lits a cigarette. Contract killing is mostly waiting, […]
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