Crossroads
With hurried clicks from her stiletto heels she rushes home to celebrate success and filling up the emptiness she feels when drunk on crimson wine she finds her bliss She […]
With hurried clicks from her stiletto heels she rushes home to celebrate success and filling up the emptiness she feels when drunk on crimson wine she finds her bliss She […]
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