When circus leaves the town
From our town of tumbleweeds, of lime and marrow, once the woodwind section of the band played a gracious groove of gasoline and sorrow a tune of lost tomorrows and […]
From our town of tumbleweeds, of lime and marrow, once the woodwind section of the band played a gracious groove of gasoline and sorrow a tune of lost tomorrows and […]
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