High Noon
Sharpshooter Shawnentered at noonsurrounded by silenceadvanced to the barhe slapped his handon the counterfor a shot-glass of rye. While tipping his ten gallonhe pointed at May-Louwho sashayed with a smileinto […]
Sharpshooter Shawnentered at noonsurrounded by silenceadvanced to the barhe slapped his handon the counterfor a shot-glass of rye. While tipping his ten gallonhe pointed at May-Louwho sashayed with a smileinto […]
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