Squalor of the slum
We raised our marble pillars in honor of our greed, and lacking guilt, we gilded them with grace we turned them into idols we wrote heroic hymns to honor us; […]
We raised our marble pillars in honor of our greed, and lacking guilt, we gilded them with grace we turned them into idols we wrote heroic hymns to honor us; […]
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