November drizzle
Wet and drizzled this November, stillborn-cold, a tightened noose of darkness, throb of migraine, damp depression, a scent of unwashed wool and soggy shoes. November is the weight of death, […]
Wet and drizzled this November, stillborn-cold, a tightened noose of darkness, throb of migraine, damp depression, a scent of unwashed wool and soggy shoes. November is the weight of death, […]
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