Light a candle
You may sense my deep drawn sighs as yet a graveyard draught but I just crave your kind attention a candle for my forgotten grave. My father used to shut […]
You may sense my deep drawn sighs as yet a graveyard draught but I just crave your kind attention a candle for my forgotten grave. My father used to shut […]
Chain me — cause soon the beaver moon will spill its silver in my chamber and curse my nightshade eyes with crave and hunger Chain me — cause I can […]
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