Mayday
May days be blessed with Maynot Mayday from the fray of warnot gore, not sores, no dismaynot murder, rapes or genocide;pray May be May; let’s bar the warto grow inside, […]
May days be blessed with Maynot Mayday from the fray of warnot gore, not sores, no dismaynot murder, rapes or genocide;pray May be May; let’s bar the warto grow inside, […]
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