Blue on black
Blue on black. again and yet againthe airways blocked will be his bane,can rubber bullets pause our pain? The blue had knelt but never prayedthe black had prayed but had […]
Blue on black. again and yet againthe airways blocked will be his bane,can rubber bullets pause our pain? The blue had knelt but never prayedthe black had prayed but had […]
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