Grandfathers
The mirror speaks of ancestral sternness and the burden of my duties striated around my eyes, I see their foreheads rising skyward, relentless, proud and I can sense their frenzy […]
The mirror speaks of ancestral sternness and the burden of my duties striated around my eyes, I see their foreheads rising skyward, relentless, proud and I can sense their frenzy […]
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