The winner is the one that lost the least
When they return from war, our winning side. You see deep into their eyes the flame that die They kiss their girls but still they cannot hide that also winners […]
When they return from war, our winning side. You see deep into their eyes the flame that die They kiss their girls but still they cannot hide that also winners […]
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