Homeward bound
Leewayed – topsail tacked in tradewinds froth with scurvied grins through sun and hail they’re homeward bound a seaman’s heart is leatherbound a book of harbored sins a seaman’s heart’s […]
Leewayed – topsail tacked in tradewinds froth with scurvied grins through sun and hail they’re homeward bound a seaman’s heart is leatherbound a book of harbored sins a seaman’s heart’s […]
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