cordite hardened
we’re hardened by this cordite smell as perfumes of the roses wilt from burials a constant knell we’re hardened by this cordite smell when driving on this road to hell […]
we’re hardened by this cordite smell as perfumes of the roses wilt from burials a constant knell we’re hardened by this cordite smell when driving on this road to hell […]
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