A flower ‘mong the thorns
from deep within the thorns a flower suddenly emerges it’s beauty contrasting its host but within a day forever gone her father was addicted and her mother, she had left […]
from deep within the thorns a flower suddenly emerges it’s beauty contrasting its host but within a day forever gone her father was addicted and her mother, she had left […]
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