Breadcrumbs
I. Skin on warm timber / and toes / lapping water softly,under willow / while far far away / a summer showerhastens over meadows — a loaf of bread / […]
I. Skin on warm timber / and toes / lapping water softly,under willow / while far far away / a summer showerhastens over meadows — a loaf of bread / […]
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