To a poet with a broken dictionary
When you lost your muse; your perfect notebook clean yet unabused. Soft jazz, coffee, basking in a velvet light. Nothing. Void. No word. You’re flipping through your dictionary finding only […]
When you lost your muse; your perfect notebook clean yet unabused. Soft jazz, coffee, basking in a velvet light. Nothing. Void. No word. You’re flipping through your dictionary finding only […]
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