Perfumed
May is perfumed with memories, the bird cherry bloom takes me back to the days I left high school, of leaving youth and childhood behind, drunk on cheap wine and […]
May is perfumed with memories, the bird cherry bloom takes me back to the days I left high school, of leaving youth and childhood behind, drunk on cheap wine and […]
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