Travel Fever
My fever smells of leather, ail- ment: spells of weather, rivers, slept in tents. Through hail, I left my comfort; shiver with clouds of summits and on roads not taken […]
My fever smells of leather, ail- ment: spells of weather, rivers, slept in tents. Through hail, I left my comfort; shiver with clouds of summits and on roads not taken […]
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