Rush hour
In sheen of polished shoes the rush of feet — pretending purpose in a rush of hurry to commuter trains. Their polyestered hearts have ceased to beat for anything but […]
In sheen of polished shoes the rush of feet — pretending purpose in a rush of hurry to commuter trains. Their polyestered hearts have ceased to beat for anything but […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly