A keen edge
On the precipice of duskonly the librarian can see the keen edgeof lost luciditybecause the nightis infinite, insistentinsatiable, a brutedevouring sanity and sensescribbling wacky verses on the bedroom walls. That’s why the […]
On the precipice of duskonly the librarian can see the keen edgeof lost luciditybecause the nightis infinite, insistentinsatiable, a brutedevouring sanity and sensescribbling wacky verses on the bedroom walls. That’s why the […]
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