Mind the social gap
Purple needle marks — a reaper’s trail on Cinderella’s arm. You may kiss her splitted lips, lick the lye, for soot and sins: but no more pennies for your thoughts […]
Purple needle marks — a reaper’s trail on Cinderella’s arm. You may kiss her splitted lips, lick the lye, for soot and sins: but no more pennies for your thoughts […]
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