Cleaning the house
Every new beginning clingsto the edge, of a pivotalmoment of potential regret;for a sorrow that cannot be measured,but carries in itself a weight,like the sickly smell of lilies leftto decay […]
Every new beginning clingsto the edge, of a pivotalmoment of potential regret;for a sorrow that cannot be measured,but carries in itself a weight,like the sickly smell of lilies leftto decay […]
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