silence with the weight of lead – anaphora poem for dVerse
the silence of what’s never said the silence in our empty rooms the silence that I always dread the silence is like noxious fumes the silence when you walked away […]
the silence of what’s never said the silence in our empty rooms the silence that I always dread the silence is like noxious fumes the silence when you walked away […]
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