Time is finite
Time is neither the passing of persons, nor is it ash. It isn’t soil or decay. Time is neither the tick-tock-clocking carefully measured in sand. nor the carcass of hogs […]
Time is neither the passing of persons, nor is it ash. It isn’t soil or decay. Time is neither the tick-tock-clocking carefully measured in sand. nor the carcass of hogs […]
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