Moses
It was Saint George’s day nineteen seventy-two, a Sunday, when we found him newborn in a laundry basket and named him Moses. He was one of three in his mother’s […]
It was Saint George’s day nineteen seventy-two, a Sunday, when we found him newborn in a laundry basket and named him Moses. He was one of three in his mother’s […]
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