For a young boy
Unbroken boy, be brave your grave’s yet shallow, when worms of marrow rest Be blessed in youth, be raw cause yet no sorrow’s claw, no flaw has marked your skin, […]
Unbroken boy, be brave your grave’s yet shallow, when worms of marrow rest Be blessed in youth, be raw cause yet no sorrow’s claw, no flaw has marked your skin, […]
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