The emigrant
Upwards, onward, always on the move. “Do your best”; my father’s voice comes back to haunt me. “There’s a day tomorrow”; I hear my juvenile falsetto responding; but as a […]
Upwards, onward, always on the move. “Do your best”; my father’s voice comes back to haunt me. “There’s a day tomorrow”; I hear my juvenile falsetto responding; but as a […]
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