cold winds at the shredder
on keyboard dancing fingertips that rip apart my silent dreams accountants shred their paperwork ~ cold wind blows through open doors ~ as headlines state the memberships for gangs of […]
on keyboard dancing fingertips that rip apart my silent dreams accountants shred their paperwork ~ cold wind blows through open doors ~ as headlines state the memberships for gangs of […]
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