My alabaster idol
My path is wrapped in bramble breathing is a heavy cart shade like shadow at the edge of night; f a l l i n g footsteps fall behind: persistent […]
My path is wrapped in bramble breathing is a heavy cart shade like shadow at the edge of night; f a l l i n g footsteps fall behind: persistent […]
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