A Heart of clay
His under-belly swells, the w(h)ining vessel echoes, dwells in misery of scornful oil and vinegar. His tattooed tears weigh heavy on her chest, “You’re right my dear” she says and […]
His under-belly swells, the w(h)ining vessel echoes, dwells in misery of scornful oil and vinegar. His tattooed tears weigh heavy on her chest, “You’re right my dear” she says and […]
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