Your aura behind
It was never the scent of your fingergrazing my cheeks on that eveningit wasn’t your taste that still lingersnor tears in your eye-lashes shiningwhen later that morning we parted,it was […]
It was never the scent of your fingergrazing my cheeks on that eveningit wasn’t your taste that still lingersnor tears in your eye-lashes shiningwhen later that morning we parted,it was […]
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