As it falls
November falls as frost on leaves and brittle grass. November falls with weight of lead on roof and walls where we seek warmth in empty flasks. Please let me sleep […]
November falls as frost on leaves and brittle grass. November falls with weight of lead on roof and walls where we seek warmth in empty flasks. Please let me sleep […]
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