The prize of being well preserved
Conserved and shrinkwrapped, Amanda bowed her head and sighed. “So I inherit everything?”, the solicitor kept silent. “Is it a lot?” The solicitor smiled and showed her a paper with […]
Conserved and shrinkwrapped, Amanda bowed her head and sighed. “So I inherit everything?”, the solicitor kept silent. “Is it a lot?” The solicitor smiled and showed her a paper with […]
Clearing out remains from my childhood home is like cutting limbs from my body. The blue bottles collected for a display we never made, the gathered sea-shells, all the knick-knacks […]
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