How I miss you
It was never the footsteps you left in the sand by the decknor the breadcrumbsI slept on, night after night.It wasn’t your scent of socks that never been washednor the way you […]
It was never the footsteps you left in the sand by the decknor the breadcrumbsI slept on, night after night.It wasn’t your scent of socks that never been washednor the way you […]
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