Silent crow
Why so silent brother crow?The winter isn’t cold, it’s not too darkand from roadkill, you’ve grown fat.Why don’t you caw with joy, my friend? Your gaze is wiser, worn as […]
Why so silent brother crow?The winter isn’t cold, it’s not too darkand from roadkill, you’ve grown fat.Why don’t you caw with joy, my friend? Your gaze is wiser, worn as […]
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