Waste in waiting
When waste is piled ashills and mountainswe call it land-fillas if land itself is lacking,as if valleys, lakesare voids expecting,for something betterfor a new foundationto be part of something newa […]
When waste is piled ashills and mountainswe call it land-fillas if land itself is lacking,as if valleys, lakesare voids expecting,for something betterfor a new foundationto be part of something newa […]
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