Never alone
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite andperhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries – Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel Another day faded as […]
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite andperhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries – Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel Another day faded as […]
In absence of the mirrors the aged librarian still can see himself as shadows dancing, as an apparition in his secret catalogue of books most toxic. His exile to 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