Apathy and clouds
Today when summer’s stained, a gown from lacerated clouds; It’s bruised as painted smirks on sobbing clowns. When flower beds lay decomposed Today when neither sleet nor sun embrace the […]
Today when summer’s stained, a gown from lacerated clouds; It’s bruised as painted smirks on sobbing clowns. When flower beds lay decomposed Today when neither sleet nor sun embrace the […]
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