To hide in purpleness
In this cascading purpleness your tears are falling flower leaves your fears are brittle butterflies you tear your hair as exercise cause in this crimson rain it hurts much less […]
In this cascading purpleness your tears are falling flower leaves your fears are brittle butterflies you tear your hair as exercise cause in this crimson rain it hurts much less […]
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