The first hiss
A hiss of air, a lighted fuse the briefest bite of breath before the bursts of bullet-barks before our rage of roar and rumble, before the rain and thunderstorms before […]
A hiss of air, a lighted fuse the briefest bite of breath before the bursts of bullet-barks before our rage of roar and rumble, before the rain and thunderstorms before […]
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