Muted
My kicks are muted — leaves falling into water and how the gravel whisper under wheels. I say hello, to those who walk their dogs; it’s a habit — bicycling […]
My kicks are muted — leaves falling into water and how the gravel whisper under wheels. I say hello, to those who walk their dogs; it’s a habit — bicycling […]
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