Still life with shoes
Sometimes — swimming in the silent slur of seconds, strained and stretched, knowing you’d be late, I hate to later say, it will be worth this agony when you kiss […]
Sometimes — swimming in the silent slur of seconds, strained and stretched, knowing you’d be late, I hate to later say, it will be worth this agony when you kiss […]
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