Compassion is noticing
Compassionis the warmthof torn book pagesslowly fed to hungry flames,by a beggar’s hands,it is the soundof the lonely coinat the bottom of his tin cup.it grows from the reekof unwashed […]
Compassionis the warmthof torn book pagesslowly fed to hungry flames,by a beggar’s hands,it is the soundof the lonely coinat the bottom of his tin cup.it grows from the reekof unwashed […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly