Mostly I am dreaming
Shackled to existence, you grab my space-suit collar, plead with tripled eyes ajar: “Name a star from me”, you say; I touch your hair and folds of nape. I point […]
Shackled to existence, you grab my space-suit collar, plead with tripled eyes ajar: “Name a star from me”, you say; I touch your hair and folds of nape. I point […]
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