The girl from yonder yore
From edge of woods she came in trance a girl I’ve never seen before. On solstice day I asked to dance that girl from yonder yore. When twilight’s close to […]
From edge of woods she came in trance a girl I’ve never seen before. On solstice day I asked to dance that girl from yonder yore. When twilight’s close to […]
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