Cormorant
My shadow is a cormorant, waterlogged and scarecrow cross, black flags from scent of fish. The bird’s a presence ominous and waiting, waving from the corner of your eye. The […]
My shadow is a cormorant, waterlogged and scarecrow cross, black flags from scent of fish. The bird’s a presence ominous and waiting, waving from the corner of your eye. The […]
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