Talking to books
Bound within you keep your worlds, riddle-inked and layered paper-thin, guarded by librarian loyalty until your words are ferociously freed in prose of verse: the nightshade burning veins or blossom-scent […]
Bound within you keep your worlds, riddle-inked and layered paper-thin, guarded by librarian loyalty until your words are ferociously freed in prose of verse: the nightshade burning veins or blossom-scent […]
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