Withered Safe
I’m snug, I’m safe inside from wind and rainno wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rookscan find my hidingplace, my inglenook,It’s warm and lonesome; I am dulled; the painyou left […]
I’m snug, I’m safe inside from wind and rainno wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rookscan find my hidingplace, my inglenook,It’s warm and lonesome; I am dulled; the painyou left […]
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