Her dove-blue silken frock
Somewhere; courtyard dressed in shadows of the gloomy skies reeking from the marshes; the young orphan glances through gauzy curtains for just a fleeting glimpse of a dove-blue silken frock. […]
Somewhere; courtyard dressed in shadows of the gloomy skies reeking from the marshes; the young orphan glances through gauzy curtains for just a fleeting glimpse of a dove-blue silken frock. […]
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