On the edge of winter, once again lonely —
We bonded over walking, wide and faras the wild, wild wind tore me gentlyI, startled shuddered, worms, and worries;a hand raised skywards, the cairn adorned the summitand mirrored me from […]
We bonded over walking, wide and faras the wild, wild wind tore me gentlyI, startled shuddered, worms, and worries;a hand raised skywards, the cairn adorned the summitand mirrored me from […]
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