Signs of Spring
Signs of spring The tractor’s chewing spring-tired soil preparing wishes of the seed in this laidback equinox drizzle I take a not yet decayed oakleaf between my fingers letting texture […]
Signs of spring The tractor’s chewing spring-tired soil preparing wishes of the seed in this laidback equinox drizzle I take a not yet decayed oakleaf between my fingers letting texture […]
Why does the fabric in my jeans strain and prickle as from the need of needles? impatient with slips of fingertips of dripping secrets from her dreams of urgent quotas […]
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