Metamorphed
Poem,I, gently growskey-stroke by key-stroketransformed from letters,wordsto sentences to senseno longer inked on papera codeis still a storyonly whenI’m read by youand in your mindyou fill the voidswith colors, scents. […]
Poem,I, gently growskey-stroke by key-stroketransformed from letters,wordsto sentences to senseno longer inked on papera codeis still a storyonly whenI’m read by youand in your mindyou fill the voidswith colors, scents. […]
To the sound of tom-cats the moon unveils her pockmarked face. I walk across the frozen grass knowing that the snow drops droop to the weight of frost. The forecast […]
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