Meatloaf
I trace my finger along the teeth of my Yale key. The metal is tarnished; yellow and spotted with verdigris showing its lack of use. You were always home to […]
I trace my finger along the teeth of my Yale key. The metal is tarnished; yellow and spotted with verdigris showing its lack of use. You were always home to […]
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