Summer evening
Outside Stockholm it is close to eight o’clock in the evening. The sun shines through the living room windows and I hear the loud singing from a party of students […]
Outside Stockholm it is close to eight o’clock in the evening. The sun shines through the living room windows and I hear the loud singing from a party of students […]
Just from the blackbird such a song was heard in spring. Just when overheard love flings undeterred and sings. So it hooked and stirred breaking heart to sherd with stings. […]
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