Overcast sky
When searching for silverin nothing but pewterremember, that evenwhen glasses are emptythe blessing of raincan only be wrungfrom an overcast sky. We are writing poems about when life is filled […]
When searching for silverin nothing but pewterremember, that evenwhen glasses are emptythe blessing of raincan only be wrungfrom an overcast sky. We are writing poems about when life is filled […]
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