Borders drawn
With borders drawn, on maps and carved through hearts, and barbed with fences, walls and words; it’s the day democracy destroys itself. But you have a choice to close your […]
With borders drawn, on maps and carved through hearts, and barbed with fences, walls and words; it’s the day democracy destroys itself. But you have a choice to close your […]
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