After the battle
Afterwards we trailed in silence barrenslowly rich and poor, both friend and foeon grass and stones to shores of Achoronas from afar his ghostly ship aglow approached to bring us […]
Afterwards we trailed in silence barrenslowly rich and poor, both friend and foeon grass and stones to shores of Achoronas from afar his ghostly ship aglow approached to bring us […]
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