The black eyes
Black and empty eyes Stare without a soul inside See them every day On my daily walk outside Sometimes think I see Life that flickers in the dark But it’s […]
Black and empty eyes Stare without a soul inside See them every day On my daily walk outside Sometimes think I see Life that flickers in the dark But it’s […]
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