When plastic people say we’re dead
I taste the chaos in our bread a shared disaster – but it’s mine when plastic people say we’re dead your alabaster skin will shine we’re flying higher altitudes in […]
I taste the chaos in our bread a shared disaster – but it’s mine when plastic people say we’re dead your alabaster skin will shine we’re flying higher altitudes in […]
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