Woodwards
This weekend spring felt close to summer but as other places transition into summer we are still early in spring. The woods are white and blue with anemones, but most […]
This weekend spring felt close to summer but as other places transition into summer we are still early in spring. The woods are white and blue with anemones, but most […]
Monday, lead-laden with tasks and liabilities. A whole week of hours and hours, of powerpointing, of random arbitrations, negations, and negotiations. This morning winter was back and they promised snowfall […]
On Saturday evening when the sun had completely set we took our backpacks, tent, and sleeping bags and walked into the dark wood. For the first kilometers we walked along […]
Finally, as January is coming to an end I can feel that daylight has started to return. Soon I will meet dawn before I leave for work. My heartbeats lighten, […]
This Monday morning a persistent drizzle glazed the cold streets with ice, and just like the last year ended daylight stays elusive behind burdensome clouds like last year’s missiles and […]
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