Kosame – 小雨 こさめ
The scent of leaves is green, while my face covers with droplets from rain so light it feels like second skin. We walk down to the lake and peek beneath […]
The scent of leaves is green, while my face covers with droplets from rain so light it feels like second skin. We walk down to the lake and peek beneath […]
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