The last dance & afterward
When the final song has trickled gently through the halls your hand is resting on my chest, my breath is nesting with your hair; I wonder how tonight may end […]
When the final song has trickled gently through the halls your hand is resting on my chest, my breath is nesting with your hair; I wonder how tonight may end […]
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