Angelface
I saw your angelface, I heard your voice.at morning song, your bright soprano and I felt beneath your robe, your youth that kindled flames in me. From you I crave […]
I saw your angelface, I heard your voice.at morning song, your bright soprano and I felt beneath your robe, your youth that kindled flames in me. From you I crave […]
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