Coming home
I returned a Monday in September; ten days before the autumn equinox. Dusk had started to stretch its hands through our silent forest. A few exhausted leaves rolled leisurely across […]
I returned a Monday in September; ten days before the autumn equinox. Dusk had started to stretch its hands through our silent forest. A few exhausted leaves rolled leisurely across […]
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