Still life with milk
My privileges are all my own: a Speedo tracksuit with my feet tightly laced into leaden shoes. A mold to fit, a mask of skin too tight for comfort. I […]
My privileges are all my own: a Speedo tracksuit with my feet tightly laced into leaden shoes. A mold to fit, a mask of skin too tight for comfort. I […]
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