It’s not au revoir
Sip the parting from her lips, in tiptoe telling of goodbye. His fingers in his pocket crossed, Soon it’s lost. A single ticket (no return): it’s a secret sigh, A […]
Sip the parting from her lips, in tiptoe telling of goodbye. His fingers in his pocket crossed, Soon it’s lost. A single ticket (no return): it’s a secret sigh, A […]
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