Eye of the needle
Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Matthew […]
Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Matthew […]
The aged librarian sometimes uses hands to scribble signs on book-spines to dewey decimal the manuals and catalog the book of psalms Sometimes he will sweep the floors or dust […]
beloved snow – in the memory of the forest after dark for whom the bell tolls – ashes to dust I wanted to create a variation too, where I use […]
O see the beauty of my books a library of leather backs I sit here dressed in tweed and maybe even smoking pipe but content of the books is just […]
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