The rain is a steak and kidney pie
The rain today is more like air — thick enough to slice, a noose, a steak and kidney pie served cold. I pull the collar of my coat to cover […]
The rain today is more like air — thick enough to slice, a noose, a steak and kidney pie served cold. I pull the collar of my coat to cover […]
Baby I have been here before I know this room, I’ve walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you. I’ve seen your flag on the marble […]
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