No plows this year
Imagine thunder from artillerythe reek of mud and fleshthe fog-horn panic when we seeka subway safety belowwhen the war we never wantedcloses in;and I pray for ironwork of gunsfor bombs, […]
Imagine thunder from artillerythe reek of mud and fleshthe fog-horn panic when we seeka subway safety belowwhen the war we never wantedcloses in;and I pray for ironwork of gunsfor bombs, […]
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