Between the falls
I knew the end had come, so on the evening stroll I made you stumble off from the cliff. You never cried… I only had to make sure… as dusk […]
I knew the end had come, so on the evening stroll I made you stumble off from the cliff. You never cried… I only had to make sure… as dusk […]
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