When translucent gold is gone
Like water flows my dreams are caught, between your sky and soil, but on a sunbeam lost for wings: as chrysalises turn to silt. When my translucent gold is gone, […]
Like water flows my dreams are caught, between your sky and soil, but on a sunbeam lost for wings: as chrysalises turn to silt. When my translucent gold is gone, […]
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