The first of many summer nights
Still, the sky is not completely inked as chocolate skin on licorice, perfect is this, the first of many summer nights. At dawn I’ll wake, and go to sleep again. […]
Still, the sky is not completely inked as chocolate skin on licorice, perfect is this, the first of many summer nights. At dawn I’ll wake, and go to sleep again. […]
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