Blood and keyboards
Let’s feast on words, pretend it’s hunger or symphony as wheels on wet tarmac. Let’s syllable — reflect on undulation of grass in motion, or patient toads in waiting. Let’s […]
Let’s feast on words, pretend it’s hunger or symphony as wheels on wet tarmac. Let’s syllable — reflect on undulation of grass in motion, or patient toads in waiting. Let’s […]
As solstice darkness softly melts explodes in cotton candy views when night is never really felt. We walk together, hands are held above the sky a Prussian blue as solstice […]
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