Alone with November
She has a crush on November, All pretense of cheerfulness drizzling away, as a cigarette-butt slowly floating down the gutter. She draws the blinds, ceasing to cover her bruises with Mary Quant […]
She has a crush on November, All pretense of cheerfulness drizzling away, as a cigarette-butt slowly floating down the gutter. She draws the blinds, ceasing to cover her bruises with Mary Quant […]
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