Meet me by the abbey
The scent of footsteps a lingering hangover “Meet me by the abbey” you said – leaving thirty years ago Still I’m searching deep in bottles of regret. Linked to Magpie […]
The scent of footsteps a lingering hangover “Meet me by the abbey” you said – leaving thirty years ago Still I’m searching deep in bottles of regret. Linked to Magpie […]
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