Justicia
Buried six feet under,shadowedfrom the blood moon’sprying gazemy secret rests;safe from slanderblood and bones;my sweet revenge. But moon may pick the locksto dreams,she follows blood-trailssees and listens,meddleswith my mindshe hunts […]
Buried six feet under,shadowedfrom the blood moon’sprying gazemy secret rests;safe from slanderblood and bones;my sweet revenge. But moon may pick the locksto dreams,she follows blood-trailssees and listens,meddleswith my mindshe hunts […]
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