As the embers die – Cowboy poetry for dVerse
By crackling fire as the embers die the stories told, much better than the dust and bourbon swags makes voices fly to truth of starlight we can trust By crackling […]
By crackling fire as the embers die the stories told, much better than the dust and bourbon swags makes voices fly to truth of starlight we can trust By crackling […]
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