Why I wake at night
Desired….. you, this dawn and dig- nity ignored, when promises are sylla- bled for firework and oleander tongues, cause this little death is when the clamshells close and lips are […]
Desired….. you, this dawn and dig- nity ignored, when promises are sylla- bled for firework and oleander tongues, cause this little death is when the clamshells close and lips are […]
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