Behind the blue door
With afternoon-warmth of cobblestones penetrating my soles I searched through the alleys of Mykonos. “A blue door with a lemon tree inside”, She’d said, that night of past still vivid […]
With afternoon-warmth of cobblestones penetrating my soles I searched through the alleys of Mykonos. “A blue door with a lemon tree inside”, She’d said, that night of past still vivid […]
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