The smell of gambas al Ajillo
The smell of tapas on la Rambla takes me back a thousand weeks I feel your skin as dewdrops on my glass Your hair as raven wings Your hand had […]
The smell of tapas on la Rambla takes me back a thousand weeks I feel your skin as dewdrops on my glass Your hair as raven wings Your hand had […]
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