Crumbling walls
Parched this soil of me — as in the shadow by this crumbling bulwark only nettles bloom. A soul like mine needs dande- lion strength to sing(e); to sprout and […]
Parched this soil of me — as in the shadow by this crumbling bulwark only nettles bloom. A soul like mine needs dande- lion strength to sing(e); to sprout and […]
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