Office chuckle
Deep in his throat a chuckle blooms,veneering pink of slips, and the black-book notes. Is there menace in his gaze? Or in the way he punches numbers on the telephone? […]
Deep in his throat a chuckle blooms,veneering pink of slips, and the black-book notes. Is there menace in his gaze? Or in the way he punches numbers on the telephone? […]
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