Below the flagstones
—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be mane e cummings Below the somber flagstonesburied bones forgotten ash While reckless shadows playin absentminded hide and seek […]
—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be mane e cummings Below the somber flagstonesburied bones forgotten ash While reckless shadows playin absentminded hide and seek […]
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