First at last
At first was dustbefore we drewthe linedividing mine from theirs,and soonwe let the linegrow tall; we ceased to talkacross the wall;said noand no again,which was the only wordwe shared;alas we […]
At first was dustbefore we drewthe linedividing mine from theirs,and soonwe let the linegrow tall; we ceased to talkacross the wall;said noand no again,which was the only wordwe shared;alas we […]
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