Falling asleep (finally)
The blood-moon bleeds its hues on grass this night and far the way a screech-owl hails my night. She sleeps beside me with her moon of dreams her silver breath […]
The blood-moon bleeds its hues on grass this night and far the way a screech-owl hails my night. She sleeps beside me with her moon of dreams her silver 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