Sparrows hid
Blue-buried- bruised Ray-banned blonde, she blames her- self even far beyond the reach of knotted hands — clenched to purple fists. “I shouldn’t…“ “He wouldn’t…” yet… Her hands are sparrows […]
Blue-buried- bruised Ray-banned blonde, she blames her- self even far beyond the reach of knotted hands — clenched to purple fists. “I shouldn’t…“ “He wouldn’t…” yet… Her hands are sparrows […]
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