Nighthawks
Three AM at the singles’ bar on the edge of closing — like lilies on a coffin with neon pale faces reflected in the eyeless glass, a young couple make […]
Three AM at the singles’ bar on the edge of closing — like lilies on a coffin with neon pale faces reflected in the eyeless glass, a young couple make […]
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