Fleece his skinless heart
A tumbled clown, alone emitting choking bursts of tears; instilling our laughter. Behind his painted mask, a sealing scab — a scar to be it fills another open wound with […]
A tumbled clown, alone emitting choking bursts of tears; instilling our laughter. Behind his painted mask, a sealing scab — a scar to be it fills another open wound with […]
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