The shadow of feathers
Your shadow is more the apparition of a dreamneatly bled from lost syllablesthan the feathers left behind from a hawk’s dinneroutside the station of a metro. Today Sanaa invites is […]
Your shadow is more the apparition of a dreamneatly bled from lost syllablesthan the feathers left behind from a hawk’s dinneroutside the station of a metro. Today Sanaa invites is […]
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