… and she was light
Sun kissed the dry grass a last time before condensation froze to silvery rime. A veiled woman drifted almost aimlessly to the edge of an industrial plot. Cristina was beautiful […]
Sun kissed the dry grass a last time before condensation froze to silvery rime. A veiled woman drifted almost aimlessly to the edge of an industrial plot. Cristina was beautiful […]
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