As dreams inhaled
Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence darkly sensed, a breathless pause between a scream, and whispered lies. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched attracted […]
Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence darkly sensed, a breathless pause between a scream, and whispered lies. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched attracted […]
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