I miss the songs
I miss the music, and the way we laughed before they came, when only wine was red. I miss the innocence with friends, the draught of beer we shared before […]
I miss the music, and the way we laughed before they came, when only wine was red. I miss the innocence with friends, the draught of beer we shared before […]
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