Kokopelli’s flute
Where echoes of his ancient flute reverbs, the humpbacked canyon player lingers still. He carved these walls with water sprinkled notes; and blended pollen in the sandstone dust. The desert […]
Where echoes of his ancient flute reverbs, the humpbacked canyon player lingers still. He carved these walls with water sprinkled notes; and blended pollen in the sandstone dust. The desert […]
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