My fylgja
Mighty named at birth on silent paws my fylgja follows still (I hope) Mighty totem, cunning, smart please make me stronger yet. Mighty bear how can it be we only […]
Mighty named at birth on silent paws my fylgja follows still (I hope) Mighty totem, cunning, smart please make me stronger yet. Mighty bear how can it be we only […]
Today when summer’s stained, a gown from lacerated clouds; It’s bruised as painted smirks on sobbing clowns. When flower beds lay decomposed Today when neither sleet nor sun embrace the […]
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