Play it safe
I never lost my marbles, in the schoolyard; I kept them safe inside a cotton bag my mother sew unless I safely played to win. A very short poem for […]
I never lost my marbles, in the schoolyard; I kept them safe inside a cotton bag my mother sew unless I safely played to win. A very short poem for […]
Daylight lingers after sunset; sky is raspberry lemonade and from above the birds still sing. Night will come, but in a few month from now dusk will merge with dawn. […]
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