Symphony from dawn to dusk
It starts with whispered strings at dawn of woodwinds; pitter-patter from the thicket: dulce wren and raindrops. Then the horn; a skein of geese, and for breeze and brook: andante: […]
It starts with whispered strings at dawn of woodwinds; pitter-patter from the thicket: dulce wren and raindrops. Then the horn; a skein of geese, and for breeze and brook: andante: […]
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