One night in Paris…
Still clinging to the grains of sand remains a hope of one and half degrees, unburned its fossil carbon, drops still left undrained. Today, on paper signed, a lesson learned: […]
Still clinging to the grains of sand remains a hope of one and half degrees, unburned its fossil carbon, drops still left undrained. Today, on paper signed, a lesson learned: […]
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