No tygers anymore
It was afterwards we realized that fearful symmetry was not the burning bright of stripes on carnivores, but the echoes dying from a hunter’s rifle in forests of the night. […]
It was afterwards we realized that fearful symmetry was not the burning bright of stripes on carnivores, but the echoes dying from a hunter’s rifle in forests of the night. […]
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