Morning Reflections
Morning water-mirrored, mountain appearation seems reversed unless you know what’s up or down; like when you read the morning paper reflecting if the world (and its words) has turned the […]
Morning water-mirrored, mountain appearation seems reversed unless you know what’s up or down; like when you read the morning paper reflecting if the world (and its words) has turned the […]
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