Police Man on a White Horse
At dawnthe pale horseman arrivesin silencethrough the fieldsdragging in its shadowdemons and brutes, and as deathit smotherswith sickness and swordthe morning mirthof bedrooms and kitchens, and In its wakecorpses are […]
At dawnthe pale horseman arrivesin silencethrough the fieldsdragging in its shadowdemons and brutes, and as deathit smotherswith sickness and swordthe morning mirthof bedrooms and kitchens, and In its wakecorpses are […]
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