Dear Bartender
Spill us glassed, your sparkling sips of fairy-green absinthe; pour us g(r)ins of shimmered rose-dance, skip-twist-swirls on ice and melt our minds tonight. Breeze us bold and bring on bacchanals. […]
Spill us glassed, your sparkling sips of fairy-green absinthe; pour us g(r)ins of shimmered rose-dance, skip-twist-swirls on ice and melt our minds tonight. Breeze us bold and bring on bacchanals. […]
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