Our pyre of ignorance
Somewhere through the neon night they came for us, they came prepared, they came through parsecs of vacant emptiness. Targeting the spectral lines of life, they came in peace. Generations […]
Somewhere through the neon night they came for us, they came prepared, they came through parsecs of vacant emptiness. Targeting the spectral lines of life, they came in peace. Generations […]
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