No Ladders of Escape
She breaks the whiteto fragments of eternal hues,never caringif they match the draperies of absent suns;she ceased to care about horizonsto gaze above for verticalsto climb,escape from the gilded cageof […]
She breaks the whiteto fragments of eternal hues,never caringif they match the draperies of absent suns;she ceased to care about horizonsto gaze above for verticalsto climb,escape from the gilded cageof […]
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