Scent of ice
Do you know the scent of ice? Ice can borrow any color — why insist on grey? Skinning the pond, can this ice carry more than a sparrow’s weight? Have […]
Do you know the scent of ice? Ice can borrow any color — why insist on grey? Skinning the pond, can this ice carry more than a sparrow’s weight? Have […]
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