Immigration dreams
For many generations her copper gown had signalled hope for immigrants. After days at sea, suffering from rotten food, seasickness and scurvy this sight was the start of an American […]
For many generations her copper gown had signalled hope for immigrants. After days at sea, suffering from rotten food, seasickness and scurvy this sight was the start of an American […]
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