Transition into waiting
November is crawling to its end and this is the last week before Advent when we truly start to measure the time until holidays. Now lights will come up, not […]
November is crawling to its end and this is the last week before Advent when we truly start to measure the time until holidays. Now lights will come up, not […]
Is the sound that woke me rain pouring from the eaves, or is it ghosts bawling for injustices done? Is it branches moving with wind scratching the windowpanes or claws? […]
It is what leaves in fall, the geese, the light, the warmth of the sun and leaves that fall. It is what comes with force, the wind, the rain and […]
First day of September, starting at a new assignment. Unfamiliar, the office, new workmates and the problems, a project to be defined. Lunch-box, commuting and finding ways to fit a […]
As days are getting shorter and summer has aged to a middle aged woman, nights are coming back and I will go to bed in darkness. I will be able […]
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