Woodwalk
I walk into the verdant woods alonemy boots are drums and breeze in leaves the stringsa sudden bird-song interrupts; a fluteto hail the morning sun in open glades.I stroll without […]
I walk into the verdant woods alonemy boots are drums and breeze in leaves the stringsa sudden bird-song interrupts; a fluteto hail the morning sun in open glades.I stroll without […]
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