Ode to a pen – for dVerse
My pens will usually never linger. They fly like crows from tree to tree, cawing out short signatures of guilt. My cheap plastic pens move from pocket to your handbag […]
My pens will usually never linger. They fly like crows from tree to tree, cawing out short signatures of guilt. My cheap plastic pens move from pocket to your handbag […]
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