The magician’s oasis
The magician waves his wand, and through the azure haze of mum- bled incantations, you see the sea (miraged) again. He taps his banker’s top-hat to declare that all is […]
The magician waves his wand, and through the azure haze of mum- bled incantations, you see the sea (miraged) again. He taps his banker’s top-hat to declare that all is […]
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