Jewels in the dark
The sparkle in my eyes — were like jewels wildy cold. I was the mineral, the rules that turned your alabaster into putty for my hands. I fell in love […]
The sparkle in my eyes — were like jewels wildy cold. I was the mineral, the rules that turned your alabaster into putty for my hands. I fell in love […]
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