The real change
“You’ve changed, you say” Leyla put her hands on her hips, raised her left eyebrow staring at Julian. “Yes… I’ve come to ask forgiveness… I acted wrong,” he couldn’t meet […]
“You’ve changed, you say” Leyla put her hands on her hips, raised her left eyebrow staring at Julian. “Yes… I’ve come to ask forgiveness… I acted wrong,” he couldn’t meet […]
It’s after afterwards. All is still and silent; memories have skin of frost. He had waited by her side; first through sickness and later by her headstone, They had been […]
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