My plastic organ-pipes
with Midas touch that leads me on your promises of more to come myopic stings of lathered buns psychotic misses take me home mischievously like Sisyphus fills up his rock-pretend-balloons […]
with Midas touch that leads me on your promises of more to come myopic stings of lathered buns psychotic misses take me home mischievously like Sisyphus fills up his rock-pretend-balloons […]
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