Susan’s last letter
My dearest John,I cannot tell how much I wept, how hard it is for meto sleep imagining your shell-shocked comrades crying, mud-reeked in your gangrene-boredomof November rain,but I know of lack of food and sustenance because […]
My dearest John,I cannot tell how much I wept, how hard it is for meto sleep imagining your shell-shocked comrades crying, mud-reeked in your gangrene-boredomof November rain,but I know of lack of food and sustenance because […]
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