written wisdom of my hardened heart
embedded in my hardened heart in folds of leather – memories stars have died and just a sickle moon cross my cheap synthetic velveteen a canvas of regrets – embroidered […]
embedded in my hardened heart in folds of leather – memories stars have died and just a sickle moon cross my cheap synthetic velveteen a canvas of regrets – embroidered […]
mountain air a wandering old pilgrim found his words from the eagle’s cry and rustling canopies eulogies written in his smile silver dreams she wandered by herself singing to the […]
when sooty wings obscure the sky as croaking rooks my blood is black when blotchy headlines tell the lies of shadows and unknown attack what once was growing hope is […]
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