The rain is a steak and kidney pie
The rain today is more like air — thick enough to slice, a noose, a steak and kidney pie served cold. I pull the collar of my coat to cover […]
The rain today is more like air — thick enough to slice, a noose, a steak and kidney pie served cold. I pull the collar of my coat to cover […]
Necklaced words, stringed to sense of sentenced tense, pretense and lies: a beaded noose. I overdosed on rules — ignored advice vis-a-vis what’s wise and unveiled my vice, I enjoyed […]
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