Beauty of Rust
The beauty of rust is not in its color and not in the the view of the horizon left free and unharmed. The beauty of rust is not in its […]
The beauty of rust is not in its color and not in the the view of the horizon left free and unharmed. The beauty of rust is not in its […]
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