Will there be soil?
Flooded and burnedfrom dust into ashdrowning in mud,and we namethese disastersinstead of a child. Flowers without any fruitsurveillance and droneswe live to be safebut forget how to thrive. Fall without […]
Flooded and burnedfrom dust into ashdrowning in mud,and we namethese disastersinstead of a child. Flowers without any fruitsurveillance and droneswe live to be safebut forget how to thrive. Fall without […]
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