Printed matter matters – For Friday Fictioneers
They had told me that the truth was relative. That information had to be standardized, distributed, updated and controlled. They told me that staticness of printed words was causing all […]
They had told me that the truth was relative. That information had to be standardized, distributed, updated and controlled. They told me that staticness of printed words was causing all […]
Before she was taken, mother always whispered about another world where you could sit and watch daylight slowly waning. But she left – those that cannot deliver their quota disappear […]
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