Blackthorn blooming
The scent of blooming blackthorn haunts me cause when after April, May might smile but sun casts wintry shadows; while apple blooms are falling at the mercy of a wind […]
The scent of blooming blackthorn haunts me cause when after April, May might smile but sun casts wintry shadows; while apple blooms are falling at the mercy of a wind […]
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