A father’s son
Anders Swanson always wondered why his adventure ended where others saw beginnings. He had endured the third-class crossing, the humiliations and the shattered dream of acres for himself. Always late, […]
Anders Swanson always wondered why his adventure ended where others saw beginnings. He had endured the third-class crossing, the humiliations and the shattered dream of acres for himself. Always late, […]
I watch as sun becomes a silversmith and adorns the mountainside. Rivulets are shining necklaces on velvet gown of emerald and jade. Then by the playful little stream we enjoy […]
A coverage of ice Have polished the shoreline Rocks resembling bread Just out of the oven A bakers dream of perfection Smooth as silk to touch No root has yet […]
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