The tinnitus curse
From trenches rise the blood of thousand tongues; a coral drawn from ash and crumbled lungs. When caged the mining birds have ceased to sing no feathered warning trills with […]
From trenches rise the blood of thousand tongues; a coral drawn from ash and crumbled lungs. When caged the mining birds have ceased to sing no feathered warning trills with […]
You painted novel ways to look at feathers as you and me through blackbirds are together. where shadows moving can be birds or dreams If hope is feathers, blackbirds too […]
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