For the umami
You might not believe me, but I never foraged for mushrooms to get high, I did it only for umami. I’ve always felt connected to mycelium, the underground part of […]
You might not believe me, but I never foraged for mushrooms to get high, I did it only for umami. I’ve always felt connected to mycelium, the underground part of […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly