If we would meet again
If we would bump into each otherI’ll play the chump you knew; pretend I wasn’t dumped by you. And if you’ll tell me “jump”, I’ll feign and fake for you; […]
If we would bump into each otherI’ll play the chump you knew; pretend I wasn’t dumped by you. And if you’ll tell me “jump”, I’ll feign and fake for you; […]
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