Kershak’s crushed pride
Deep within his eyes, well a silenced call, tears for felled mahogany, waterfalls, and nimble fingers picking lice. His gaze upon you, singes as your fingers touch the sacrifice, the […]
Deep within his eyes, well a silenced call, tears for felled mahogany, waterfalls, and nimble fingers picking lice. His gaze upon you, singes as your fingers touch the sacrifice, 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