This thing with feathers
What’s a featherwithout its wing?Just the last remains,of a raptor’s lunch What are wingswithout its bird?Just the failed ambitionsof never moving south? Is it death? Is this darkness dawn or […]
What’s a featherwithout its wing?Just the last remains,of a raptor’s lunch What are wingswithout its bird?Just the failed ambitionsof never moving south? Is it death? Is this darkness dawn or […]
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