It’s how I poetry
I wrap my words with bows, to ribbon syllables to sentences; to sense and singe, a silk-surprise (whispered) fire- placed; both summer Christmas and your birthdays late in May. it’s […]
I wrap my words with bows, to ribbon syllables to sentences; to sense and singe, a silk-surprise (whispered) fire- placed; both summer Christmas and your birthdays late in May. it’s […]
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