Self-Portrait in Hell
Awake with venom in my veins from (s)words: “just friends”, your coup de grâce delivered late. My heart still beating right beneath my skin ready to be ripped apart again. […]
Awake with venom in my veins from (s)words: “just friends”, your coup de grâce delivered late. My heart still beating right beneath my skin ready to be ripped apart again. […]
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