March is war
No earthworm yet can break this frozen soil — yet this solstice talks in tongues of thaw and blue of anemones. March is war, it’s cloak and dagger waiting, waiting […]
No earthworm yet can break this frozen soil — yet this solstice talks in tongues of thaw and blue of anemones. March is war, it’s cloak and dagger waiting, waiting […]
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