Close to equinox
In blackbird mornings, with a sweetness greets us in the slant of rays; in licks of sun. When spun at dawn, the bike-path seems as streamed on gold, a necklace […]
In blackbird mornings, with a sweetness greets us in the slant of rays; in licks of sun. When spun at dawn, the bike-path seems as streamed on gold, a necklace […]
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