Piles
Tonight the lidless eye of the hunter’s moon stares through the window, painting my thoughts in cold silver. Outside the feral wind wrings the few remaining leaves and hurls them […]
Tonight the lidless eye of the hunter’s moon stares through the window, painting my thoughts in cold silver. Outside the feral wind wrings the few remaining leaves and hurls them […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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