Wide-Eyed
I palmed a polished pebble sensed its surface — skin- like; stayed silent, strong between my breath and seashell-sounds of self. I talked to scents of spring spiderwebbed myself an […]
I palmed a polished pebble sensed its surface — skin- like; stayed silent, strong between my breath and seashell-sounds of self. I talked to scents of spring spiderwebbed myself an […]
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