Why still ambiguous?
As branches bends for desert winds, close to breaking, and the weight of what I’ve said is slightly less than my mute retort inside. They send me feathers white of […]
As branches bends for desert winds, close to breaking, and the weight of what I’ve said is slightly less than my mute retort inside. They send me feathers white of […]
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