Miranda
The cruiser stopped on the bridge and police opened the door for a woman in her late forties. She had been brought as witness, but Detective Dave Drummond had a […]
The cruiser stopped on the bridge and police opened the door for a woman in her late forties. She had been brought as witness, but Detective Dave Drummond had a […]
If I shut my eyes I still see their white dresses. I can still smell the the freshly baked cakes, the coffee and the lilacs in bloom. I was only […]
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