What the moonlight tells me
Was there a glint of moonlight in your eyes? a tender silver spilled as tears from heaven; you that night of early August, when we left to build a future […]
Was there a glint of moonlight in your eyes? a tender silver spilled as tears from heaven; you that night of early August, when we left to build a future […]
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