Talking to my dragon
The dragon of midnight tiptoed through bric-a-brac left, through pockmarks on concrete through ember of graphite through body and mind; while black as the rain, he stared through my dreams […]
The dragon of midnight tiptoed through bric-a-brac left, through pockmarks on concrete through ember of graphite through body and mind; while black as the rain, he stared through my dreams […]
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