Riding with Death
I die with kisses bleeding on my browguarded, hardened by her lies when partingher shadow sieved from sorrow, thus awovedbeauty burning and the bliss of Amor’s dartingclean amissed. my hollow […]
I die with kisses bleeding on my browguarded, hardened by her lies when partingher shadow sieved from sorrow, thus awovedbeauty burning and the bliss of Amor’s dartingclean amissed. my hollow […]
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