a praise to roots below
I see those striving winter canopies they’re clawing upwards into waning lights and sway in that wintry misantropy but down beneath we wait for spring delights when sun kissed leaves […]
I see those striving winter canopies they’re clawing upwards into waning lights and sway in that wintry misantropy but down beneath we wait for spring delights when sun kissed leaves […]
Sweet moon dancer and the meal creator Our garden’s friend, and diamond bearer, lullaby singer honey whisperer Our decision maker and unpaid laborer. The butterfly charmer and home’s defender. Today […]
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