Metamorphosis
I promise that my name is not Gregor Samsa, has never been and never it will be, yet I sense resentment oozing in your eyes every time, I click my […]
I promise that my name is not Gregor Samsa, has never been and never it will be, yet I sense resentment oozing in your eyes every time, I click my […]
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