the muse of April
when in my undulating heartbeats I see silence only you bring songs of April newborn leaves you are the dancing sun-lit dust pretending to be stars you are rain on […]
when in my undulating heartbeats I see silence only you bring songs of April newborn leaves you are the dancing sun-lit dust pretending to be stars you are rain 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