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 […]
Awake, the moment right beforethe sunbegins its processof heating up the hollow of our tentmaking it unbearable to remain,We truly restand listen to the wavesremembering how yesterday we rode the […]
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