Of women and airplanes
Germs, germs are everywhere. It’s time to clean, to burn, to wipe away her residues. Olivia has left, and soon another one (with other germs) will come. I’m never really […]
Germs, germs are everywhere. It’s time to clean, to burn, to wipe away her residues. Olivia has left, and soon another one (with other germs) will come. I’m never really […]
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