The last dance (too soon)
Inhaled persuasive patternsof delightful dreamsto fill the fault lines in a failing worldwe believed the best. pretended and forgot,only to wake up (too late) to realise:this decline could not be […]
Inhaled persuasive patternsof delightful dreamsto fill the fault lines in a failing worldwe believed the best. pretended and forgot,only to wake up (too late) to realise:this decline could not be […]
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