Ode to my jeans
You are two in one hugging buttocks crotch and thighs they are soft as grass burn thin as paper worn at rain in sun at night carrying the memories from […]
You are two in one hugging buttocks crotch and thighs they are soft as grass burn thin as paper worn at rain in sun at night carrying the memories from […]
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