Ghost owl habitat
This night is moon; is ghost-owl habitat, an ink-washed shadow-journey, mourning lack of luster, loss of glow; This night is close to death, but through self-inflicted exorcism, painful rites of […]
This night is moon; is ghost-owl habitat, an ink-washed shadow-journey, mourning lack of luster, loss of glow; This night is close to death, but through self-inflicted exorcism, painful rites of […]
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