Million Dollar Smile – graffiti
I woke up and met again the world and was confronted with its chilling wind with icy rain and smell of dirty wool I turned a corner and my day […]
I woke up and met again the world and was confronted with its chilling wind with icy rain and smell of dirty wool I turned a corner and my day […]
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