Malevolent Mate
I don’t mind the normal weeds;I find baby Nettles perfect for soupand the Ground Elder tastes betterthan spinach in stew,and someday I may even turnmy dandelion blooms into wine. but […]
I don’t mind the normal weeds;I find baby Nettles perfect for soupand the Ground Elder tastes betterthan spinach in stew,and someday I may even turnmy dandelion blooms into wine. but […]
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