Doodles in dust
He talks with the shelves, as iftheir shadows would brighten to gold; he mumbles in meter,enchantments, entrapping, from ink, the ghosts from its tomes,scholars deceased, the poets of unwritten verse, […]
He talks with the shelves, as iftheir shadows would brighten to gold; he mumbles in meter,enchantments, entrapping, from ink, the ghosts from its tomes,scholars deceased, the poets of unwritten verse, […]
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