Boxing day
Boxing day was dark but far away vacationers strolled to the beach when suddenly the tsunami rolled in. They say that first the sea inhaled before the brine crushed bones […]
Boxing day was dark but far away vacationers strolled to the beach when suddenly the tsunami rolled in. They say that first the sea inhaled before the brine crushed bones […]
disaster smells like ash as summer-heat becoming flames in clouds above I see the images of paths I’ll never walk of dying woods, unwritten books of photo albums turned to […]
Pink was always your choice, and we argued about it many times. Now I realize it was the sore thumb that made paradise perfect. When I close my eyes I […]
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