Burdensome scent
We walk together, no longer holding hands.Passing familiar streets, the wall of silence that had grown between us ever since we entered the movie — now impenetrable. We enter the […]
We walk together, no longer holding hands.Passing familiar streets, the wall of silence that had grown between us ever since we entered the movie — now impenetrable. We enter 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