My false mirror
Behind my blind spots lurking, hidden partsof self, the secrets hidden, and shamefulare those tiny lies discolouring my heart.My blue-sky smile is all in vain, a painfulbursting scab — a […]
Behind my blind spots lurking, hidden partsof self, the secrets hidden, and shamefulare those tiny lies discolouring my heart.My blue-sky smile is all in vain, a painfulbursting scab — a […]
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