Evening song
Edging to the water, thick the alder grow; there — in dappled light — a nightingale is trilling boldly for the day to end and on my way for home […]
Edging to the water, thick the alder grow; there — in dappled light — a nightingale is trilling boldly for the day to end and on my way for home […]
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