The smile that graced my lips
Dervished, danced to frenzied fall in silvered shadows she’s the hallowed call my past, my future; but today she’s mist. There are days when still, when the softness of her […]
Dervished, danced to frenzied fall in silvered shadows she’s the hallowed call my past, my future; but today she’s mist. There are days when still, when the softness of her […]
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