Carpe Diem Haiku – Novosibirsk
I might try to look into the window of the train, but I see the reflection of you, the object of my lust. I see how you push a strand […]
I might try to look into the window of the train, but I see the reflection of you, the object of my lust. I see how you push a strand […]
The human body is not intended to be immobile, and despite the movement of the train, we cease to move. The need to walk manifest itself in the need for […]
A train provides an isolation for the world, but it’s also many worlds inside. Each compartment often isolate itself from interaction. We sit accustomed to each other, neglecting the rest […]
Time is something that we think can be measured into the smallest fraction of a millisecond, when an athlete improves his personal record with a few milliseconds, she’s jubilant. Still […]
This long train trip gives us opportunity to be bored. Slowly we are comfortable enough with each other to be silent, and gradually we slip into blessed boredom. I see […]
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