My Fortress – triolet
a place called freedom in my heart protected by a fortress wall from outside world sets me apart a place called freedom in my heart in desolation I see art […]
a place called freedom in my heart protected by a fortress wall from outside world sets me apart a place called freedom in my heart in desolation I see art […]
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