A note for luck? – Trifecta triolets
Contemptuous words that prick my skin that pluck my chest-hairs one by one declaring that our life is sin contemptuous words that prick my skin when to his sermons you […]
Contemptuous words that prick my skin that pluck my chest-hairs one by one declaring that our life is sin contemptuous words that prick my skin when to his sermons you […]
oh, sweet October… spare thy frost on yonder grapes our sweet summer wine (Opie Houston) warms us in the winter’s cold togetherness in ember’s glow (Björn) — I […]
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