enameled dreams
Allegro is a cross, nailed to lips its blood a lipstick smile, a heartbeat less than moonlight. Allegro is November joy, the midnight cheer, the goal in unmade beds, the […]
Allegro is a cross, nailed to lips its blood a lipstick smile, a heartbeat less than moonlight. Allegro is November joy, the midnight cheer, the goal in unmade beds, 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