Yellow woods
A road not taken. You always said it was you, not me when you left me in the yellow woods. “We can still be friends”, I said. You smiled, “Of […]
A road not taken. You always said it was you, not me when you left me in the yellow woods. “We can still be friends”, I said. You smiled, “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