Waiting to be read
This poemunpolished and roughbut with a gemstone edgeis a xenolith in sedimenta verse within a sea of prose;when polishedit may shinebe a beacon leading homefor those who wander lostit’s a […]
This poemunpolished and roughbut with a gemstone edgeis a xenolith in sedimenta verse within a sea of prose;when polishedit may shinebe a beacon leading homefor those who wander lostit’s a […]
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