Tipsy toes
On tipsy toes with lucid breath my eyes caress anemic flesh. “We have to leave today”, you say and as I bend my head to nod I see a sag […]
On tipsy toes with lucid breath my eyes caress anemic flesh. “We have to leave today”, you say and as I bend my head to nod I see a sag […]
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