Hunger
She watched the twinkle-sorrow as from stars reflected in the calmness of his sacrifice. She sensed the longing of the moonblade in her fist as the serpent hissed: “Spill his […]
She watched the twinkle-sorrow as from stars reflected in the calmness of his sacrifice. She sensed the longing of the moonblade in her fist as the serpent hissed: “Spill his […]
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