Eye in the sky
Eye to eye, it stares from starry skieswith cornea of broken stars and iris formed from dust it swirls but at its corethe black-hole pupil pulls the stringsof mass between […]
Eye to eye, it stares from starry skieswith cornea of broken stars and iris formed from dust it swirls but at its corethe black-hole pupil pulls the stringsof mass between […]
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