Burning bridges
Dusk settling Laura lit the oil-lamps they once received as wedding gifts. She wanted to savor a moment of silence before she left forever. Life without Robert would be empty, […]
Dusk settling Laura lit the oil-lamps they once received as wedding gifts. She wanted to savor a moment of silence before she left forever. Life without Robert would be empty, […]
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