Up High Above – rondeau for Friday Fictioneers
up high above the lights shine through I wonder where my freedom flew in chthonic darkness of my cell if spring or fall I cannot tell my sooty misery below […]
up high above the lights shine through I wonder where my freedom flew in chthonic darkness of my cell if spring or fall I cannot tell my sooty misery below […]
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