Stillness of July
After summer solstice there is sudden silence, as if the birds can sense the dirge of darkness, they have ceased to sing. And as the neighbors flee we try to […]
After summer solstice there is sudden silence, as if the birds can sense the dirge of darkness, they have ceased to sing. And as the neighbors flee we try to […]
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