What a gentle footfall tells
Sometimes it’s the smell, sometimes it’s the way they softly plant their feet, sometimes it’s my instinct, but frankly most of the time it’s just pure luck. There are cases […]
Sometimes it’s the smell, sometimes it’s the way they softly plant their feet, sometimes it’s my instinct, but frankly most of the time it’s just pure luck. There are cases […]
I still recall how we found magpies attacking the bitch with its puppies. Among the litter only one of the dogs survived, a small pup protected by its mother’s body. […]
Alone, in tether bound forgotten upon loft a crown among the hounds his fur is sleek and soft now eyes speak sorrows moans, laments the loss of gone tomorrows and […]
Trifextra urge me to write a text containing an idiom. One idiom, I want to use several… Here you are. Happy giggling. As a canine obsessed with details he wanted […]
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