The Black Iris
From its burnished eye,transfixedI’m held,kiln-forged to my manifestoof mannerism & moodstill, in harmony withshades of sootsfumato ink washed& embracedin gentle bloom. Today Melissa hosts dVerse Poetics with a selection of […]
From its burnished eye,transfixedI’m held,kiln-forged to my manifestoof mannerism & moodstill, in harmony withshades of sootsfumato ink washed& embracedin gentle bloom. Today Melissa hosts dVerse Poetics with a selection of […]
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