Summer fling
Standing by the shore Elinor’s horizon-eyes brims with winters of deceit. The drowsy sea gives no relief; waves the same as yesterday … as everyday… But these clouds are clearly […]
Standing by the shore Elinor’s horizon-eyes brims with winters of deceit. The drowsy sea gives no relief; waves the same as yesterday … as everyday… But these clouds are clearly […]
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