The weight of their waiting
While Death is lipsticked to bones, her sister the Night lament to the stars: “I’m here for your waiting as my back is closer to breaking, drying your tears from […]
While Death is lipsticked to bones, her sister the Night lament to the stars: “I’m here for your waiting as my back is closer to breaking, drying your tears from […]
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