Finale in minor a
With scraps of food from dumpster-diving sewer-salvaged in her rat-tailed hair she crosses barefoot her deserted streets. Scavenger on acid, she was once a flower child, blessed before she met […]
With scraps of food from dumpster-diving sewer-salvaged in her rat-tailed hair she crosses barefoot her deserted streets. Scavenger on acid, she was once a flower child, blessed before she met […]
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