Awake in the night
Answer is night — What’s silver and black — What’s borrowed from day — What’s free from delight? No said the night — Where are your deeds — Where is […]
Answer is night — What’s silver and black — What’s borrowed from day — What’s free from delight? No said the night — Where are your deeds — Where is […]
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