her hands are kites
her hands are kites that battle over Kabul the year before arrival of the talibans the windows in her hair are dressed in gauze and in her voice she hides […]
her hands are kites that battle over Kabul the year before arrival of the talibans the windows in her hair are dressed in gauze and in her voice she hides […]
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