Its beauty might be bruised
With scuff marks, scratches faded hues against the wall a cupboard leans once filled with secrets, hid the means in thumbprints, cracks, come look for clues of treasures hidden, tucked […]
With scuff marks, scratches faded hues against the wall a cupboard leans once filled with secrets, hid the means in thumbprints, cracks, come look for clues of treasures hidden, tucked […]
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