Hardwood floor
11:43 in the city named AE-43Q uniformed clerks rushed by. Some of them where probably droids but I had ceased to notice the subtle tattoo that indicates a human, we […]
11:43 in the city named AE-43Q uniformed clerks rushed by. Some of them where probably droids but I had ceased to notice the subtle tattoo that indicates a human, we […]
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