Of voids and vapid words
From voices of insistent waves and from a fragment of your sleepless sea we built on clay and bones this bloodless emptiness — our house behind a veil of my […]
From voices of insistent waves and from a fragment of your sleepless sea we built on clay and bones this bloodless emptiness — our house behind a veil of my […]
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