Hemlocked
In the shadows by the lake I wandered wondered why the water hemlock’s scent sent waves of crimson sweetness through my veins, bane of summer (her) wants me to be […]
In the shadows by the lake I wandered wondered why the water hemlock’s scent sent waves of crimson sweetness through my veins, bane of summer (her) wants me to be […]
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