This is not my denial
Neither stars nor the sickle moon waxingnot the tempest tearing at twilightnot even the luscious lustre of midsummer sun,but your heartbeat in step with my breaththe scent of you — […]
Neither stars nor the sickle moon waxingnot the tempest tearing at twilightnot even the luscious lustre of midsummer sun,but your heartbeat in step with my breaththe scent of you — […]
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