The oak and I
The oak agreed to lend its soul, its massive trunk took me across the river wild to reach my goal: your hand in mine, and for the gloss of polished […]
The oak agreed to lend its soul, its massive trunk took me across the river wild to reach my goal: your hand in mine, and for the gloss of polished […]
the craving in carving, give cunning hunter of many moose, his meat for families so gods now grace us, gallant catch today the haunting hunger, in homes no more —- […]
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