Finding our way back
We stare into darkness for light we have losta glimmer of hope, a path to the north,but nothing can mend our flowers in frost.we struggle to cope when just marching […]
We stare into darkness for light we have losta glimmer of hope, a path to the north,but nothing can mend our flowers in frost.we struggle to cope when just marching […]
I heard in birdsong from the trees Sweet singers are invisible they sang temptations to be free How could they? it’s unfeasible Sweet singers are invisible They tempt us to […]
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