After the lie’s been told
behind curtains of rain — another lie’s been told; afterwards it’s strange how much a void can weigh when left alone afterwards in suffocating sense of loss — the sound […]
behind curtains of rain — another lie’s been told; afterwards it’s strange how much a void can weigh when left alone afterwards in suffocating sense of loss — the sound […]
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