Pledge
Breeze me tender; move your hands along and graze my ribs unbroken. Mend me, be the river for my willow-roots. Blend forevers to caesuras, left between my heartbeats. Oxygen my […]
Breeze me tender; move your hands along and graze my ribs unbroken. Mend me, be the river for my willow-roots. Blend forevers to caesuras, left between my heartbeats. Oxygen my […]
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