The manuscript
Words, words, words taken out of place and mutilated, words from other men — those were the alms left him by the hours and the centuries. — From The Immortal […]
Words, words, words taken out of place and mutilated, words from other men — those were the alms left him by the hours and the centuries. — From The Immortal […]
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