Letting silence rule
The rain that day…an open wound — bleedingin ferocious silence. We imagined Kyiev,a widow raped,until the tanks ran out of gas. Three years later,by treasonthe tanks may move again. Why […]
The rain that day…an open wound — bleedingin ferocious silence. We imagined Kyiev,a widow raped,until the tanks ran out of gas. Three years later,by treasonthe tanks may move again. Why […]
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