Quenched
So much depends upon a kettle close to boiling whistling warning just before the flame is quenched. So much depends upon the word that’s drenched in swallowed silence: quenched. Shay […]
So much depends upon a kettle close to boiling whistling warning just before the flame is quenched. So much depends upon the word that’s drenched in swallowed silence: quenched. Shay […]
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