Me is
me is to pay me me is gone, me is that, me is here me is being returned to the sender me is love, me is back me is becoming […]
me is to pay me me is gone, me is that, me is here me is being returned to the sender me is love, me is back me is becoming […]
This long train trip gives us opportunity to be bored. Slowly we are comfortable enough with each other to be silent, and gradually we slip into blessed boredom. I see […]
Inspiration haiku from Alexey Andreyev: summer evening – empty swing swaying slightly forward … back … Gives me: in my thoughts tresses move tenderly – setting sun Linked to Carpe […]
Our train ride is about crossing borders. Borders between continents and regions, but also our inner borders. Sometimes these crossing coincide, maybe it’s the interruption of a simple sign that […]
as conversations turns to poison snakes and dagger whispers cutting piece by piece when claws of slander ripping hearts in ache are hateful words ‘n acceptable caprice? as reputations die […]
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