Escape the brushstrokes
we huddle and we shut our windows escape the brushstrokes of what’s different as mauve is safer than what’s purple we find solace in what’s beige and grey and avoid […]
we huddle and we shut our windows escape the brushstrokes of what’s different as mauve is safer than what’s purple we find solace in what’s beige and grey and avoid […]
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