Dumpster citizens
I know you hate us. We who walk namelessly and know the shadows best.Sunshine hurts us, so at dawn, we slither into cul-de-sacs hunting for the dumpster darkness. We rest […]
I know you hate us. We who walk namelessly and know the shadows best.Sunshine hurts us, so at dawn, we slither into cul-de-sacs hunting for the dumpster darkness. We rest […]
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