The mournful mountains where we met
In fragrance of courageous doors we’re sworn in secrecy of scribbled deaths. My feet are nailed to brazen quests, of mournful mountains where we met. In ties of stubborn steel […]
In fragrance of courageous doors we’re sworn in secrecy of scribbled deaths. My feet are nailed to brazen quests, of mournful mountains where we met. In ties of stubborn steel […]
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