Times a river passed
Time is less a moment than a river passed, it’s the past and present, it’s the dreams of what to be. It’s both the screams on streets just after the […]
Time is less a moment than a river passed, it’s the past and present, it’s the dreams of what to be. It’s both the screams on streets just after the […]
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