Tomorrow, Forever
Two AM.A sullen wind pulling the pine trees bidding farewell.Alone, as you can only be among strangers in an asylum, I hear voices from the corners. Accusing voices of promises […]
Two AM.A sullen wind pulling the pine trees bidding farewell.Alone, as you can only be among strangers in an asylum, I hear voices from the corners. Accusing voices of promises […]
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