Concerto for birds
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush I. Unskeined, the goose leaves the sky unplowed to pick my seeds for food. II. Uncommitted crow caws waiting […]
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush I. Unskeined, the goose leaves the sky unplowed to pick my seeds for food. II. Uncommitted crow caws waiting […]
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