They say only the south wind flattens grass
Not from the sunshine, late in September,not from the rains of October and though moonlight might brighten Novemberor the cold of Decemberthat covers the lake with its first paper-thin icethe […]
Not from the sunshine, late in September,not from the rains of October and though moonlight might brighten Novemberor the cold of Decemberthat covers the lake with its first paper-thin icethe […]
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