Royal decisions
Queen Christa Corona had slept badly. Cold air had seeped under the blankets and not even first dog Cassandra had provided warmth enough for good dreams; even morning snow seemed […]
Queen Christa Corona had slept badly. Cold air had seeped under the blankets and not even first dog Cassandra had provided warmth enough for good dreams; even morning snow seemed […]
She seeks the roses of a faded youth and saves them deep inside her treasure chest its wheels could play a madrigal of truth but all she hears is sunshine […]
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