Lasting kiss
Still at night upon my lips, an aroma dwellsand I sleepwalk into secret chambers whereI tiptoe in the warmth you left and it smellsof flowers, bloom until I have to […]
Still at night upon my lips, an aroma dwellsand I sleepwalk into secret chambers whereI tiptoe in the warmth you left and it smellsof flowers, bloom until I have to […]
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