No title (washing away)
It wasn’t the moon wasting its silver in the murderous sea but your footsteps in sand slowly washing away, telling you’d never be back… A second cherita for Marian at […]
It wasn’t the moon wasting its silver in the murderous sea but your footsteps in sand slowly washing away, telling you’d never be back… A second cherita for Marian at […]
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