The old Colossus
The old Colossus stands forgotten, a statue stained her copper gown besmirched in green stained in verdigris of poor and exiles lost: the trafficked girls destined for the seedy rooms […]
The old Colossus stands forgotten, a statue stained her copper gown besmirched in green stained in verdigris of poor and exiles lost: the trafficked girls destined for the seedy rooms […]
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