belladonna eyes
this cigarette butt crushed — perfume still lingers belladonna eyes to tick-tack of stiletto heels why lipstick on my collar? Linking late to Poetry Pantry — December 10, 2017
this cigarette butt crushed — perfume still lingers belladonna eyes to tick-tack of stiletto heels why lipstick on my collar? Linking late to Poetry Pantry — December 10, 2017
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