Still life in the library
The aged librarian can not survive on syllables who are bled in ink to sentences alone. He cannot live on pulp providing sustenance in wasted books; but the aged librarian […]
The aged librarian can not survive on syllables who are bled in ink to sentences alone. He cannot live on pulp providing sustenance in wasted books; but the aged librarian […]
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