The boy from Homs
He walked a thousand miles the boy with pebbles in his mouth. Wild his hair, moon-spun from the desert songs his mother sung, his feet are dust and water saffron, […]
He walked a thousand miles the boy with pebbles in his mouth. Wild his hair, moon-spun from the desert songs his mother sung, his feet are dust and water saffron, […]
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