Aging
At times The aging man Not pretty sight at all The memories are lost and gone It’s sad So sad The hands that once were caring strong Now touches softly […]
At times The aging man Not pretty sight at all The memories are lost and gone It’s sad So sad The hands that once were caring strong Now touches softly […]
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