You call me love
With icicle hands I clutchyou heartand with venom in my words,I take control;distort your gaze to watch for specksdeform your thoughts away from planksand bend your sense of reasoninto treasonrage […]
With icicle hands I clutchyou heartand with venom in my words,I take control;distort your gaze to watch for specksdeform your thoughts away from planksand bend your sense of reasoninto treasonrage […]
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