A harvest quenched – a paradelle for dVerse
The harvest moon leaves silver filaments at sea The harvest moon leaves silver filaments at sea Braided in the tresses of your golden hair they shine Braided in the tresses […]
The harvest moon leaves silver filaments at sea The harvest moon leaves silver filaments at sea Braided in the tresses of your golden hair they shine Braided in the tresses […]
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