Almost like crying
Lacklusterly l linger, slowly skyward gazing trying to find shapes of dreams I’ve lost or just a little depth in the gormless grayness of these listless clouds. I read the […]
Lacklusterly l linger, slowly skyward gazing trying to find shapes of dreams I’ve lost or just a little depth in the gormless grayness of these listless clouds. I read the […]
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