Shipwrecked
When Cupid’s arrow pierced me; it only nicked your breast, but left me bleeding, lonely, scared, repenting left me to my precious mourning; to my seascape sorrow, frozen and marooned, […]
When Cupid’s arrow pierced me; it only nicked your breast, but left me bleeding, lonely, scared, repenting left me to my precious mourning; to my seascape sorrow, frozen and marooned, […]
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