The blackbird’s reason to sing
It was never the spring in itself causing the blackbird to sing but a lingering breeze from the west, bringing bending of boughs and burst to the buds, that brought […]
It was never the spring in itself causing the blackbird to sing but a lingering breeze from the west, bringing bending of boughs and burst to the buds, that brought […]
With bell-cries from the withered grass, a lone-wolf scent and tart-taste gloom is rising from this winter’s pyre, while YOU — my serpent — you tempt me with the slingshot […]
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