An unexpected encounter
Walking deeper into unknown woods; she sat to rest. where trees stood sentinels of secrets kept that trolls knew best; “Is that a rock?”, she asked and probing moss it […]
Walking deeper into unknown woods; she sat to rest. where trees stood sentinels of secrets kept that trolls knew best; “Is that a rock?”, she asked and probing moss it […]
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