Not go gently yet
She would not survive the nightthey claimedMy sister had a business trip.so I would gobut wondered if I would make itin time, to whisper goodbye. Five hours by train, a […]
She would not survive the nightthey claimedMy sister had a business trip.so I would gobut wondered if I would make itin time, to whisper goodbye. Five hours by train, a […]
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