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You were ember to my icicles, You, adventure and a scent more forceful than your wet footprints on the hard- wood floor from bath to me. You were braille on […]
You were ember to my icicles, You, adventure and a scent more forceful than your wet footprints on the hard- wood floor from bath to me. You were braille on […]
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