a shipwrecked waterway
Like counting pebbles, polished smooth – the ocean waves, are still my beating heart. As granite turns to dust, my liver-spots and blood are moonless nights. Sublime, this siege of […]
Like counting pebbles, polished smooth – the ocean waves, are still my beating heart. As granite turns to dust, my liver-spots and blood are moonless nights. Sublime, this siege of […]
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