Winter play – playing with dVerse
at winter I dreamt of skis a pair that smelled of tar waxed in perfect balance between glide and grip and weather was a fairy tale I would be skiing […]
at winter I dreamt of skis a pair that smelled of tar waxed in perfect balance between glide and grip and weather was a fairy tale I would be skiing […]
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