… at the seaside
Serpent tongues ensnaredwith skin on skin in sunon silver sand and salt,exploring sunburned legswhile muscles toned to sinbless our itch of lust,as we climax lulled by surfexposed for skies to […]
Serpent tongues ensnaredwith skin on skin in sunon silver sand and salt,exploring sunburned legswhile muscles toned to sinbless our itch of lust,as we climax lulled by surfexposed for skies to […]
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