Now we’re not
Once — we used to disagree with dark stars falling from the new year’s firework. but silence afterwards was cold rain a Thursday morning in November. Once — we used […]
Once — we used to disagree with dark stars falling from the new year’s firework. but silence afterwards was cold rain a Thursday morning in November. Once — we used […]
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