Self combustion
Afterwards we gather ash of bridges burned of letters fed to flames of us as bones and sinews of thirst and what had been… Afterwards we cannot blame the blaze. […]
Afterwards we gather ash of bridges burned of letters fed to flames of us as bones and sinews of thirst and what had been… Afterwards we cannot blame the blaze. […]
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