Moonlit agony – Trifextra story.
As moon streaks the old pond with silver, I feel first tooth growing, nails transforms to claws, and cursed hair appear again. Hunger growing, my last human thought’s: “Hope chains […]
As moon streaks the old pond with silver, I feel first tooth growing, nails transforms to claws, and cursed hair appear again. Hunger growing, my last human thought’s: “Hope chains […]
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