A winter Shroud
Pomegranate. The open wound was cut deep & cloud-drinking with pain; it’s storm-bleeding and sleet-dancing, gaping — full of thirst — to shrouds; to fevered fermentation of the ash; digging […]
Pomegranate. The open wound was cut deep & cloud-drinking with pain; it’s storm-bleeding and sleet-dancing, gaping — full of thirst — to shrouds; to fevered fermentation of the ash; digging […]
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