Dystopian love-story
Eden — lost in scarlet haze the lovers gazed amazed at curves of bodies, napes of necks; they felt and fell, they kissed in bliss of knowing fruit and flesh. […]
Eden — lost in scarlet haze the lovers gazed amazed at curves of bodies, napes of necks; they felt and fell, they kissed in bliss of knowing fruit and flesh. […]
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