A spa for Barbie
For Barbie, a bath, is floating — not sink and everything’s better, if bubblegum pink. Thus finding a spa a place without flaw, Lake Hillier’s the place to take her […]
For Barbie, a bath, is floating — not sink and everything’s better, if bubblegum pink. Thus finding a spa a place without flaw, Lake Hillier’s the place to take her […]
drowning in my beer sounds from attacking hornets – wisteria smell Linked to Carpe Diem — December 12, 2014
moonlit snow – carefully I cross wolverine tracks crying footsteps under snowy canopies and miles to go Linked to Carpe Diem — December 11, 2014
Yesterday I met Pinocchio — without the strings attached — he sat beside me, on the nightrain leading to another place than here, (somewhere too close to nowhere) His slanted […]
Along the road – following the Northern Lights exhaling dreams Linked to Carpe Diem — December 10, 2014
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly