Faithless day
The ditch looks different in twilight, when colors pale, and shadows grow That’s when the poppies turn to blood and branches mimic bones. He remembers the brown of mud on […]
The ditch looks different in twilight, when colors pale, and shadows grow That’s when the poppies turn to blood and branches mimic bones. He remembers the brown of mud on […]
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