Evil is present
Evil is always presentpetty and present in meand in youlurking at my door, a ghost wearing sandalsinterred in the bones,exhumed in my marrow, stitched to my skin. Evil is absence, […]
Evil is always presentpetty and present in meand in youlurking at my door, a ghost wearing sandalsinterred in the bones,exhumed in my marrow, stitched to my skin. Evil is absence, […]
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