Almost well
The clock strikes twelve and all is almost well I’m close to warm with pillows to console me, as I lay here thinking of what once was dear the vows, […]
The clock strikes twelve and all is almost well I’m close to warm with pillows to console me, as I lay here thinking of what once was dear the vows, […]
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