Thirteen ways of staring at a blackboard
I. Two lonesome lines on a blackboard can converge to both beginning or end. II. The scent of ambergris and sandalwood can still be sensed from a teenage poem secretly […]
I. Two lonesome lines on a blackboard can converge to both beginning or end. II. The scent of ambergris and sandalwood can still be sensed from a teenage poem secretly […]
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