Grey shawl
The wet grey blanketof the morning mistleaves a dropof water clingingto a gray-green branch in its orbthe greynessof an overcast skyremains trappedfor a brief moment before it fallsonly to beabsorbed […]
The wet grey blanketof the morning mistleaves a dropof water clingingto a gray-green branch in its orbthe greynessof an overcast skyremains trappedfor a brief moment before it fallsonly to beabsorbed […]
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