Plastic Jesus
Manic for his mansiona man of sort, a snake-oil driller, boasterskilled at nothing, still believerin himself, his self, a self to serveto kneel before Gilded heart is hiding stonesas for […]
Manic for his mansiona man of sort, a snake-oil driller, boasterskilled at nothing, still believerin himself, his self, a self to serveto kneel before Gilded heart is hiding stonesas for […]
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