A second midnight run
The asphalt’s slick with motor oil beside the road a withered rose where shattered glass and blood did soil a bridegroom’s new and shining clothes. On empty roads there’s still […]
The asphalt’s slick with motor oil beside the road a withered rose where shattered glass and blood did soil a bridegroom’s new and shining clothes. On empty roads there’s still […]
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