Palimpsest
If I could palimpsest myself — rewrite the manuscript, I would poetry I would paint myself a smile, and wear for you. I would daisy chain and dance forsake the […]
If I could palimpsest myself — rewrite the manuscript, I would poetry I would paint myself a smile, and wear for you. I would daisy chain and dance forsake the […]
I try in vain to brush aside con- cussions from my past; those foot-in-mouth occasions when indiscretions jumped as frogs from mouth to skin. Those stomp-on-toe incidnts that comes back […]
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