Scared of dawn
As tributaries limbed, we’re rivered, merged; a moonspilled waterway in shimmered search for sea. Your hands cascade and the night’s our canopy, as silked our skin caressed; we flow for […]
As tributaries limbed, we’re rivered, merged; a moonspilled waterway in shimmered search for sea. Your hands cascade and the night’s our canopy, as silked our skin caressed; we flow for […]
Next departure was for Innsbruck, and leaving Vienna I thought: why not Tyrol and as usual I found compartments filled with fellow travelers; our intentions set to maximize the miles […]
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