Capsicum lips
The day you peppered me with capsicum — you were fire, burning my desire as you gripped my loins we were salt, and waves and waves I was kelp and […]
The day you peppered me with capsicum — you were fire, burning my desire as you gripped my loins we were salt, and waves and waves I was kelp and […]
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