From nothingness
She left for nothingness in incrementsin steps too small for us to pause, lamentuntil that day in May, it was too late,to bid farewell as shadows were herfate;and we could […]
She left for nothingness in incrementsin steps too small for us to pause, lamentuntil that day in May, it was too late,to bid farewell as shadows were herfate;and we could […]
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