A cure for snores – a magic sonnet
She stirs the stifling stillness of the stars with putrid pillage from a Viking’s grave some moonlight caught behind the prison bars and burning blisters from a galley slave She […]
She stirs the stifling stillness of the stars with putrid pillage from a Viking’s grave some moonlight caught behind the prison bars and burning blisters from a galley slave She […]
This weeks entry in 100 word challenge for grownups. The prompt this week is a recipe for a “dish” fit for a witch and I decided to once more write […]
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