Morning sun
Morning sighed, it beamed and paled its beams on bedroom walls are wails and stains. Awake before she waned and faded echoed with specks of dust she left. This is […]
Morning sighed, it beamed and paled its beams on bedroom walls are wails and stains. Awake before she waned and faded echoed with specks of dust she left. This is […]
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