The weight of snow
His words were footsteps made in wet snow, imprints cold and heavy hesitant but rushed as crossing roads in winter, careful not to slip. Through puckered lips his breath — […]
His words were footsteps made in wet snow, imprints cold and heavy hesitant but rushed as crossing roads in winter, careful not to slip. Through puckered lips his breath — […]
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