The Morning Mess – for dVerse
the prose we crave forty three crosses yet not found axes in the synagogue darkness of the words we need that bleed with greedy indexes pointing up or down undulating […]
the prose we crave forty three crosses yet not found axes in the synagogue darkness of the words we need that bleed with greedy indexes pointing up or down undulating […]
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