When will the summer melt my frozen tears?
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
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