Marooned
From sulking waves — in aftermath of words, I’m left marooned. Once before we weaved the seas. We whispered tender words. Waiting – lulled complacent dulled we never saw we […]
From sulking waves — in aftermath of words, I’m left marooned. Once before we weaved the seas. We whispered tender words. Waiting – lulled complacent dulled we never saw we […]
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