A line of strawberries
a line of soldiers marching prisoners along an empty street where once I bought a watch turning me so poor again a line of soldiers their uniforms are red that […]
a line of soldiers marching prisoners along an empty street where once I bought a watch turning me so poor again a line of soldiers their uniforms are red that […]
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