Night life
At night awake, at sleep I dive and drown in the neon sheen and shadows left as ember greenas shadows in dilated pupils;those lying eyeswhere once I saw the mirth of two while they saw […]
At night awake, at sleep I dive and drown in the neon sheen and shadows left as ember greenas shadows in dilated pupils;those lying eyeswhere once I saw the mirth of two while they saw […]
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