The clown always wins
I carry blades behind my bogus acts; my buffoonery barely shadows serpents and a smile as soft as scissors. I am the corpse invitedto your children’s playground,the grin of palest […]
I carry blades behind my bogus acts; my buffoonery barely shadows serpents and a smile as soft as scissors. I am the corpse invitedto your children’s playground,the grin of palest […]
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