A withered rose – Terza Rima sonnet
Our love a withered rose with only thorns I keep it to remind me of what’s lost & gone recalling days before I was forlorn Our love is gone to […]
Our love a withered rose with only thorns I keep it to remind me of what’s lost & gone recalling days before I was forlorn Our love is gone to […]
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