My broken car
My car broke down, between des Moinesand heaven, and I found hellupon a hill, your lonely house,I came at night for help.I came a stranger to your dooryou served me […]
My car broke down, between des Moinesand heaven, and I found hellupon a hill, your lonely house,I came at night for help.I came a stranger to your dooryou served me […]
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