Transient transition
Not and never more was my first kiss ever given in a game of truth or consequence, hesitant Maria’s lips brushed against mine dry and warm while class-mates jeered; we […]
Not and never more was my first kiss ever given in a game of truth or consequence, hesitant Maria’s lips brushed against mine dry and warm while class-mates jeered; we […]
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