Breath of turpentine
as pine-trees whisper to the breeze I close my eyes to hear your voice I close my eyes and feel your touch and in their breath of turpentine my life’s […]
as pine-trees whisper to the breeze I close my eyes to hear your voice I close my eyes and feel your touch and in their breath of turpentine my life’s […]
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