Xoconostle
When, before the desamor,we bloomed on spiny flesh the desert cool at night, starlitbright, a path ahead, before before with fingers stainedand stung, we heartbled dead Now riled, the desert […]
When, before the desamor,we bloomed on spiny flesh the desert cool at night, starlitbright, a path ahead, before before with fingers stainedand stung, we heartbled dead Now riled, the desert […]
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