A lily pad within
Metamorphosed, by a pine marten’s brush, she was watercolored smooth, then scalpel sculptured, a lily formed, to model muse, a she for she, a pioneer Postulated penis envy, contradicted with […]
Metamorphosed, by a pine marten’s brush, she was watercolored smooth, then scalpel sculptured, a lily formed, to model muse, a she for she, a pioneer Postulated penis envy, contradicted with […]
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