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inked on parch- me(a)nt, white words played, cut and hyp- hend bent are still preciser briefer — sliced, de- leted than my sentenced sense pretense in prose. Today at dVerse […]
inked on parch- me(a)nt, white words played, cut and hyp- hend bent are still preciser briefer — sliced, de- leted than my sentenced sense pretense in prose. Today at dVerse […]
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