More refrain than lyric
This song is more refrain than lyric, a broken record of apologies. You were right of course, but it ceased to matter when we picked at scabs, when we bruised […]
This song is more refrain than lyric, a broken record of apologies. You were right of course, but it ceased to matter when we picked at scabs, when we bruised […]
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