Ada Lovelace day
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; Lord Byron Creating ways to clockwork math. I left my work to be decoded, by famous men […]
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; Lord Byron Creating ways to clockwork math. I left my work to be decoded, by famous men […]
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