A stake at all hallows
By the window she waits, in song of a teaspoon stirring her tea, from the eaves a lament: the drizzle a sorrow of wasted tomorrows, In rustle of leaves his […]
By the window she waits, in song of a teaspoon stirring her tea, from the eaves a lament: the drizzle a sorrow of wasted tomorrows, In rustle of leaves his […]
Is there shame in the shade, in the depth by the wake of your gaze, in candles unlit? Once your words were like bees besotted with bloom, but your sun […]
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