Eel
too much deep-ends upon a dead eel burrowed blazed with pain (slaughter) beside the vile sick one I had to do another one inspired by The read wheelbarrow at toads. […]
too much deep-ends upon a dead eel burrowed blazed with pain (slaughter) beside the vile sick one I had to do another one inspired by The read wheelbarrow at toads. […]
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