Mundane silence
It’s not from wind or saltnot the fault of savage rainripping petals from our plum-treebarely sprung a-bloom,it’s neither ice nor pain,not wildness of the waves but a void of unimportance,the […]
It’s not from wind or saltnot the fault of savage rainripping petals from our plum-treebarely sprung a-bloom,it’s neither ice nor pain,not wildness of the waves but a void of unimportance,the […]
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