Winter’s flurries
You, startled shudder, worms and worries that came from ash and soil with lanky hair to put my trust in winter’s flurries From moon and rage my eyesight blurry, in […]
You, startled shudder, worms and worries that came from ash and soil with lanky hair to put my trust in winter’s flurries From moon and rage my eyesight blurry, in […]
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