My poetry is dreams
My dreams are tar remaining underneath my fingernails resisting efforts of the brush My dreams are itch right between the shoulderblades where my fingers cannot reach My dreams are news […]
My dreams are tar remaining underneath my fingernails resisting efforts of the brush My dreams are itch right between the shoulderblades where my fingers cannot reach My dreams are news […]
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