Once in a city
Once,before we left for a housewe livedand we thrivedin an attic-apartmentwith a viewof roofs and rooms down belowwe could see skymore than the streets,we were used to the voiceof the […]
Once,before we left for a housewe livedand we thrivedin an attic-apartmentwith a viewof roofs and rooms down belowwe could see skymore than the streets,we were used to the voiceof the […]
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