Dark days and darker nights
The serpent moon drowns in the words, whispered too hushed to be heard; she dies in the shadows of ink from the pen he had drained; while tying his pains […]
The serpent moon drowns in the words, whispered too hushed to be heard; she dies in the shadows of ink from the pen he had drained; while tying his pains […]
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