After and before are words
After all our warsthe blood-lust carnage, after pilfering and rapes.after burning bookswhen all is silent, slowing under sullen skies;after every word has bled and turned to ash,where bread is bonesand wine is bloodthe […]
After all our warsthe blood-lust carnage, after pilfering and rapes.after burning bookswhen all is silent, slowing under sullen skies;after every word has bled and turned to ash,where bread is bonesand wine is bloodthe […]
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