Fire-feathers
You say that ash is all that’s left and yet — watch how fire-feathers flicker still inside the pyre of our past. You only have to blow a single kiss […]
You say that ash is all that’s left and yet — watch how fire-feathers flicker still inside the pyre of our past. You only have to blow a single kiss […]
Once on fire — now I’m cold I burned too long and faded out — a hearth of ash and longing. Come kindle me with kisses — kindly wrap your […]
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