On wings of trust
Against the black winged sky, a sultry sun plays peek a boo with winds — the tempest temptress. You… You pull me closer, closer, to the precipice. But yet a […]
Against the black winged sky, a sultry sun plays peek a boo with winds — the tempest temptress. You… You pull me closer, closer, to the precipice. But yet a […]
standing on its precipice realizing – for Mohammed the mountain didn’t move and even less for me — Linked to Real Toads, where Hannah wants us to be inspired by […]
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