Unwashed pheromenes – dVerse triolet
I sense the silence here today between us fly the fantasies I close my eyes, smell your bouquet I sense the silence here today your unwashed pheromones betray as mutual […]
I sense the silence here today between us fly the fantasies I close my eyes, smell your bouquet I sense the silence here today your unwashed pheromones betray as mutual […]
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