Wet wadmal
Winter walks with weight of wet wadmal; somnambulism from dawn to dusk, shoulder-hunching in sweat-scent of the crowded trains, Winter is pale faces focused; illuminated in sheen of smartphone screens […]
Winter walks with weight of wet wadmal; somnambulism from dawn to dusk, shoulder-hunching in sweat-scent of the crowded trains, Winter is pale faces focused; illuminated in sheen of smartphone screens […]
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