Preparing for nothing
Astrid had started sleeping with an open window since the curfew started. The city was silent, except for an occasional growl from nocturnal wildlife marking their new territory. Over the […]
Astrid had started sleeping with an open window since the curfew started. The city was silent, except for an occasional growl from nocturnal wildlife marking their new territory. Over the […]
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