An office worker’s song
Hear sounds of night — a lullaby for withered fronds Hear sighs of night — how dark are shadows passing Hear screams of night — of horsemen in his nightmare […]
Hear sounds of night — a lullaby for withered fronds Hear sighs of night — how dark are shadows passing Hear screams of night — of horsemen in his nightmare […]
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