Mercy
Understanding my deceits did not come easy. You tried to tell me. You cried, you cursed. You tried silence and sweetness, even bribing me with food (your bipimbap was delicious). […]
Understanding my deceits did not come easy. You tried to tell me. You cried, you cursed. You tried silence and sweetness, even bribing me with food (your bipimbap was delicious). […]
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