4 AM the seventh day…
“Still life is death.. “, she said picking petals from the last geranium I brought. She had ceased to cry… waiting, waiting by his side; his every heartbeat luminescent on […]
“Still life is death.. “, she said picking petals from the last geranium I brought. She had ceased to cry… waiting, waiting by his side; his every heartbeat luminescent on […]
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