Dinner at the beach
Reflected sunlight ends the breath for us a dinner it’s a death as silver fades on muscled scales, to sizzling oil, from fin to tail, with garlic’s dressed She serves […]
Reflected sunlight ends the breath for us a dinner it’s a death as silver fades on muscled scales, to sizzling oil, from fin to tail, with garlic’s dressed She serves […]
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