My fylgja
Mighty named at birth on silent paws my fylgja follows still (I hope) Mighty totem, cunning, smart please make me stronger yet. Mighty bear how can it be we only […]
Mighty named at birth on silent paws my fylgja follows still (I hope) Mighty totem, cunning, smart please make me stronger yet. Mighty bear how can it be we only […]
A cross to bear my name, unfur(l)s to winter hibernation and unprovoked aggression, To be is not the bee as honey stings — when stolen from your nest. Or with […]
The mighty bear that walk her home a girl should never lonely roam as little hands caress his fur the vicious beast will gently purr they slowly walk in twilight’s […]
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