Maybe futile
In vain we try to find our ways in everlasting gloom, we search tunnels for a breath of fresh air, we search, room to room, through corridors for the briefest […]
In vain we try to find our ways in everlasting gloom, we search tunnels for a breath of fresh air, we search, room to room, through corridors for the briefest […]
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