Sea-dirge
The sea lays sullen — singing softly of seven deaths and one. A surface stretched horizonless from water-salt to the somber sky, a piercing pewtered prayer for the brightness of […]
The sea lays sullen — singing softly of seven deaths and one. A surface stretched horizonless from water-salt to the somber sky, a piercing pewtered prayer for the brightness 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