How about Icarus?
I wonder if the pull of hubris hurt like strings before your plunge? or if it was like sky, with blueness, sea and heaven, lack of lunch Did you sense […]
I wonder if the pull of hubris hurt like strings before your plunge? or if it was like sky, with blueness, sea and heaven, lack of lunch Did you sense […]
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