At the center of it all
When blacked, the solitary candle marks his execution, an end’s solution. With eyes’ a-bolted shut dying in the center of it all. … really trying too dying at the center […]
When blacked, the solitary candle marks his execution, an end’s solution. With eyes’ a-bolted shut dying in the center of it all. … really trying too dying at the center […]
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