Time travel with Aldora
In the library time isa six year old girl named Aldorarunning through the corridorsand alleys and seeminglywith her unicorn magic takingyou over storm-ridden seasacross snow laden valleysinto Mediaeval battle fieldswhere […]
In the library time isa six year old girl named Aldorarunning through the corridorsand alleys and seeminglywith her unicorn magic takingyou over storm-ridden seasacross snow laden valleysinto Mediaeval battle fieldswhere […]
The library isa manifold amazingmaze, unmappablewith bothhalls — vaster than the seaand rooms like coffins,with nooks and crannies,trapdoors,and ouroboros corridorscircling back again. The library can onlyprovide the answer to thevisitors […]
His life’s a/mazeof songlines, blind-alley-stanzas& unrhymed end-stops, butthere are days whenhe’s been enjambedriding on a roller coaster metaphor,where sometimesjust before the final plungevistas has been opened;being so exquisitethat they will […]
One morning in Septemberthe augury crow was silentas if wordlessly sayingsomething crucially essential. He was perched on the silof the third windowcounting from the northeastcorner of the library. The librarian’s […]
Let books be bulwark, words preservedas ink on paper never changewhat’s written once we still observe The archived truths is oft immersedwith ancient sense, too often strangebut books are bulwark, […]
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