Babur
We named him Babur; the sweet Marmalade cat we kept, because he carried in his stripes a tiger spirit, brave and bold (his less-striped lion-brother we called Simba). “Babur, that […]
We named him Babur; the sweet Marmalade cat we kept, because he carried in his stripes a tiger spirit, brave and bold (his less-striped lion-brother we called Simba). “Babur, that […]
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