And they still don’t go
Oh, startled shudder, worms and worries with ash and soil and raging hair I put my trust in winter’s flurries In raging moon my eyesight blurry for milky shadows, winded […]
Oh, startled shudder, worms and worries with ash and soil and raging hair I put my trust in winter’s flurries In raging moon my eyesight blurry for milky shadows, winded […]
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