When autumn silence rules
Resting cold as granite, your eternal carving lies among the oak trees’ roots Where earthworms eat the leaves and bones, waiting for the winter’s snow. But autumn silence rules as […]
Resting cold as granite, your eternal carving lies among the oak trees’ roots Where earthworms eat the leaves and bones, waiting for the winter’s snow. But autumn silence rules as […]
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