Night Vision
In the afternoon glowthe shadows enter the library,they crawlthey slitherfrom the innermost sanctumamong shelves and displaysover dog-eared pageskisses the fingers of the visiting fewtouches the mindsof the young readers still […]
In the afternoon glowthe shadows enter the library,they crawlthey slitherfrom the innermost sanctumamong shelves and displaysover dog-eared pageskisses the fingers of the visiting fewtouches the mindsof the young readers still […]
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