Porcupine and fi(e)n
The porcupine’s a creature creased a spin of pins It’s a preacher’s histrionic fein of flair, it’s (s)licks of chair. Still it’s fine this phoenix-fix from ash to his my […]
The porcupine’s a creature creased a spin of pins It’s a preacher’s histrionic fein of flair, it’s (s)licks of chair. Still it’s fine this phoenix-fix from ash to his my […]
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