Ghosts
Love hurts, love, scars It burns like ice it pierces, mars impairs me, yet I pick at scabs and try, cause I still recall your warmth, the way you smiled […]
Love hurts, love, scars It burns like ice it pierces, mars impairs me, yet I pick at scabs and try, cause I still recall your warmth, the way you smiled […]
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