The fabric of the veil
Where night is just a veil, stretched between an endless dusk and the break of dawn I rest with fabric stretched across the sky and drink the arctic air, the […]
Where night is just a veil, stretched between an endless dusk and the break of dawn I rest with fabric stretched across the sky and drink the arctic air, the […]
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