Forgetting what the poppies told
We talked of fields where poppies flew where blood had seeped into the soil, where once was ash now flowers grew, where once were trenches grass was green, and blackbirds […]
We talked of fields where poppies flew where blood had seeped into the soil, where once was ash now flowers grew, where once were trenches grass was green, and blackbirds […]
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