Plum blood
Your plum blood carries bitter sweetness moister than strawberries such cherrylike completeness but its pip hard as teeth — a pain so sweet. 140 character poem for Real Toad Tuesday […]
Your plum blood carries bitter sweetness moister than strawberries such cherrylike completeness but its pip hard as teeth — a pain so sweet. 140 character poem for Real Toad Tuesday […]
The more I age, the more I see my father and my father’s father and my mother’s father Like when you see yourself repeated in opposing mirrors I see an […]
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