At three AM again
Awake at three AM again;again awake at three AMas dusk has met with dawn again;my dreams again where grim; again my body aches;my bloodstream boilsand bound again my breath is […]
Awake at three AM again;again awake at three AMas dusk has met with dawn again;my dreams again where grim; again my body aches;my bloodstream boilsand bound again my breath is […]
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