Choice (or not)
Are you chosen by joyin the way a dust-moth danceswithout effort in afternoon sunor as a sea-song goesto rest on the beach at sunsetas the moon-street guides youinto heavenly sleep? […]
Are you chosen by joyin the way a dust-moth danceswithout effort in afternoon sunor as a sea-song goesto rest on the beach at sunsetas the moon-street guides youinto heavenly sleep? […]
WARNING: my prose can be disturbing for sensitive persons and is of course 100% fictional. As November darkness devours my sanity I recall how it started already when traversing into […]
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