Almost lack of movement
In almost lack of movement of the summer night, when sun still glares, reflects itself in sea, I walk across the meadow sparkled, dewed. There’s a sea-gull calling from above, […]
In almost lack of movement of the summer night, when sun still glares, reflects itself in sea, I walk across the meadow sparkled, dewed. There’s a sea-gull calling from above, […]
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