Last Apple
The time is rightfor blossom now in June but here I’m leftto cup my handaround your wrinkledcurvatureto sense the substance of the seasonspassingin your sustenance. I listen for the bumblebeepollinating […]
The time is rightfor blossom now in June but here I’m leftto cup my handaround your wrinkledcurvatureto sense the substance of the seasonspassingin your sustenance. I listen for the bumblebeepollinating […]
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