we’re lonely in our cubicles – #lqw wordle
the dread of autumn’s tungsten dearth its rotting shrouds that fructify nefarious booze, to drunken mirth with lies of blissful apple-pies we sashay to its threnodies and warm our hands […]
the dread of autumn’s tungsten dearth its rotting shrouds that fructify nefarious booze, to drunken mirth with lies of blissful apple-pies we sashay to its threnodies and warm our hands […]
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