The Room
Once in a lifetime you tiptoe intoa vacant room, not just devoidor airless but breathless, dustlessas in being left out; not outof spite but in care, like a seain turmoil […]
Once in a lifetime you tiptoe intoa vacant room, not just devoidor airless but breathless, dustlessas in being left out; not outof spite but in care, like a seain turmoil […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly