Airport dreaming
Passport? In my jacket pocket, No. I had it before and my ticket somewhere, There, deep in the back pocket of my jeans, where is the gate A-45? “Don’t leave […]
Passport? In my jacket pocket, No. I had it before and my ticket somewhere, There, deep in the back pocket of my jeans, where is the gate A-45? “Don’t leave […]
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