Veiled
That nightthe moon was cold,the rattling wind,a moody breathwas sullen, sickand tiptoed closeto death. You came before meveiled in silver,exhaling asthe night you died; that nightI burned your lettersbut I […]
That nightthe moon was cold,the rattling wind,a moody breathwas sullen, sickand tiptoed closeto death. You came before meveiled in silver,exhaling asthe night you died; that nightI burned your lettersbut I […]
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