Sharing Dinner
Saturday night; I meet Mike at closing time. She wears slippers, badge says Lucy, but we know her name is Kate. Her blouse is neat as always, grey hair pony-tailed. […]
Saturday night; I meet Mike at closing time. She wears slippers, badge says Lucy, but we know her name is Kate. Her blouse is neat as always, grey hair pony-tailed. […]
Smell of supermarket bread – evokes a memory inside that market research indicate will make us buy — thirteen point nine more food we cannot eat. Half of what we […]
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