Make the lying cease
Bottles always bottles. Suzy always spent her mornings cleaning. The formica table was sticky from his spilled beer. From the master bedroom she could hear his snores. If only … […]
Bottles always bottles. Suzy always spent her mornings cleaning. The formica table was sticky from his spilled beer. From the master bedroom she could hear his snores. If only … […]
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