Left for a djinn
The ship clock strikes twelve but it’s not too well I’m almost warm with a tepid pillow to console me as I lay here thinking of what I once held […]
The ship clock strikes twelve but it’s not too well I’m almost warm with a tepid pillow to console me as I lay here thinking of what I once held […]
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