Icicle heart
For each compliment of beauty an icicle attached itself to Marsha’s heart; still her attraction grew for every year. Suitors came but were ridiculed with smiles; initially it served to […]
For each compliment of beauty an icicle attached itself to Marsha’s heart; still her attraction grew for every year. Suitors came but were ridiculed with smiles; initially it served to […]
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