Retiring forever
I waited, from midnight to sevenon your doorstep to heavenbut you held on to the keysas I was left out here to freeze;now as morning has brokennot a word has […]
I waited, from midnight to sevenon your doorstep to heavenbut you held on to the keysas I was left out here to freeze;now as morning has brokennot a word has […]
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