Lunchtime
Dare me dear, to spread my wings;drift with winds and sail on thermal waves to wait and gaze before we see a flicker through the hazeand swiftly dive to dart,to pierce the plump, delicious rabbit’s […]
Dare me dear, to spread my wings;drift with winds and sail on thermal waves to wait and gaze before we see a flicker through the hazeand swiftly dive to dart,to pierce the plump, delicious rabbit’s […]
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