October sky
Dented pewter-sheets are hanging low, and weigh my brow, it’s neither sunset cotton-candy-fluff of summer nights nor striations carved on indigo. It’s not the thunder- heads of rage exploding ‘fore […]
Dented pewter-sheets are hanging low, and weigh my brow, it’s neither sunset cotton-candy-fluff of summer nights nor striations carved on indigo. It’s not the thunder- heads of rage exploding ‘fore […]
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