Strawberry solstice
With strawberried lips, solsticed in hunger we sip elder-scent birdsong grass-dancing infinite dusk endlessly stretching to dawn Soon it’s midsummer and here is a short poem for dVerse OLN — […]
With strawberried lips, solsticed in hunger we sip elder-scent birdsong grass-dancing infinite dusk endlessly stretching to dawn Soon it’s midsummer and here is a short poem for dVerse OLN — […]
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