My steed of steel
From shipyard summer wages I got myself a horse. a soldered steed of tapered steel with gears to match my strength A steed for youthful eagerness, a steed in red […]
From shipyard summer wages I got myself a horse. a soldered steed of tapered steel with gears to match my strength A steed for youthful eagerness, a steed in red […]
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