What happened to the compromise?
Senseless scimitars of shadowed words Is it always black or white? He pander hate for highest bidder Politics consists of brandished swords Is it always black or white? what happened […]
Senseless scimitars of shadowed words Is it always black or white? He pander hate for highest bidder Politics consists of brandished swords Is it always black or white? what happened […]
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