Almost making sense
The library is eternalbroken by burdens of mo(u)rnings In an effort explaining,making sense while hearingthe crackle forever— stuck in stagnant marshlands. No sky — no earthly viewCovid still shadowsstill prowl […]
The library is eternalbroken by burdens of mo(u)rnings In an effort explaining,making sense while hearingthe crackle forever— stuck in stagnant marshlands. No sky — no earthly viewCovid still shadowsstill prowl […]
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