Me and myself
My delusion is nothing like dragon- shaped clouds with teeth shallow as rain; it’s not formed from vapor not an elusive wind-carried mist, but clay-sturdy, a mud-man and shadow following […]
My delusion is nothing like dragon- shaped clouds with teeth shallow as rain; it’s not formed from vapor not an elusive wind-carried mist, but clay-sturdy, a mud-man and shadow following […]
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