Monday Morning
The cooing of a dovepulls me from my vivid dreamsto sorrows for the world,since the dreamswill not welcome me backI leave the bedletting the floor coolthe soles of my feetwhile […]
The cooing of a dovepulls me from my vivid dreamsto sorrows for the world,since the dreamswill not welcome me backI leave the bedletting the floor coolthe soles of my feetwhile […]
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