Of Tylenol and anemic soot
“My truck is the size of a green wheelbarrow full of dead horsepower. I dug it up in the cemetery. ” ― Jarod Kintz, Sleepwalking is restercise This poem is the […]
“My truck is the size of a green wheelbarrow full of dead horsepower. I dug it up in the cemetery. ” ― Jarod Kintz, Sleepwalking is restercise This poem is 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