Our reason to get drunk
They came with the tide, as if the moon had a story to tell. Seabirds had eaten their eyes and death stared back from the voids that were left. They […]
They came with the tide, as if the moon had a story to tell. Seabirds had eaten their eyes and death stared back from the voids that were left. They […]
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