Coward
Behind the curtains shadows danceda fight of fists, perchance a lance.Then splattered blood I stood in trance. I never heard the scream, I smelledher blood, I saw my neighbor felled;That […]
Behind the curtains shadows danceda fight of fists, perchance a lance.Then splattered blood I stood in trance. I never heard the scream, I smelledher blood, I saw my neighbor felled;That […]
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