To be measured?
My love can not be measuredin the bloom of roses red orin the sweetness of a summer cherry,but as an artichoke in autumn. My love is not as a breeze […]
My love can not be measuredin the bloom of roses red orin the sweetness of a summer cherry,but as an artichoke in autumn. My love is not as a breeze […]
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