Rocks in my pocket – For Friday Fictioneers
The oily river floats like molten lead, trying in vain to swallow my lugubrious memories. The last day at the hospice you said; – Remember, I will always walk beside […]
The oily river floats like molten lead, trying in vain to swallow my lugubrious memories. The last day at the hospice you said; – Remember, I will always walk beside […]
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