No gills
Down below it’s never silent, but I cannot hear them singing. The clear surface is a barrier for mockery Bullies don’t have gills. But neither have I… with aching lungs […]
Down below it’s never silent, but I cannot hear them singing. The clear surface is a barrier for mockery Bullies don’t have gills. But neither have I… with aching lungs […]
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