The mystery of obelisks
On the far side of the moon in Jurassic shadows, there’s an obelisk it’s polished black by solar winds; an orb transmitting blight to seed this tidal pestilence inflict lunatic […]
On the far side of the moon in Jurassic shadows, there’s an obelisk it’s polished black by solar winds; an orb transmitting blight to seed this tidal pestilence inflict lunatic […]
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