Heart of stone
If we were masonswe would see,how in every stonedwells the heartof libraries, compassionand cathedralsand bridges closing chasms. yet we cease to listento the granite’s heartbeatbuilding prisonswalls to set apart,and castlesfor […]
If we were masonswe would see,how in every stonedwells the heartof libraries, compassionand cathedralsand bridges closing chasms. yet we cease to listento the granite’s heartbeatbuilding prisonswalls to set apart,and castlesfor […]
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