The potent potion of a kiss
the potent potion of your kiss stirred with silver from a gibbous moon aroused with perfume from October’s frost shared in crystal flutes along the well-known paths silenced by an […]
the potent potion of your kiss stirred with silver from a gibbous moon aroused with perfume from October’s frost shared in crystal flutes along the well-known paths silenced by an […]
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