October
October is a forgotten pendant, the kind you find in junk-shop trinket boxes, a diamond sleeping with the rhinestones, the gold pretending to be brass, an out of fashion gem. […]
October is a forgotten pendant, the kind you find in junk-shop trinket boxes, a diamond sleeping with the rhinestones, the gold pretending to be brass, an out of fashion gem. […]
The land created me. I’m wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I’m more at home in the vacant lots. Bob Dylan From somewhere, a wind is blowin’, […]
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