Why can’t you laugh?
Prayers are the daisies bent from weight of feet — scattered wildly more meadowed than the gilded spires. Wilderness is voiced in hymns of skies and smell of grass. Then […]
Prayers are the daisies bent from weight of feet — scattered wildly more meadowed than the gilded spires. Wilderness is voiced in hymns of skies and smell of grass. Then […]
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