The dragonfly and I
Below the willow’s bough we hid from warmth, a dragonfly and I. I whispered words, and danced amid the leaves with emeralds as eyes, that day she lulled me softly […]
Below the willow’s bough we hid from warmth, a dragonfly and I. I whispered words, and danced amid the leaves with emeralds as eyes, that day she lulled me softly […]
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