Sense of you
Sense, sweet sense and you — You immense suspense of innocence You, my scent of myrrh and frankincense, come dance with me, commence gyrations, sting vibrations, be obscene on me, […]
Sense, sweet sense and you — You immense suspense of innocence You, my scent of myrrh and frankincense, come dance with me, commence gyrations, sting vibrations, be obscene on me, […]
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