Slavery of Chlorophyll
My garden rests heavy with the weight of rain drained at evening from the growth from daylight slavery from chlorophyll machinery from nagging voice of seize the day. “Do the […]
My garden rests heavy with the weight of rain drained at evening from the growth from daylight slavery from chlorophyll machinery from nagging voice of seize the day. “Do 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