The wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym – a sonnet
Your porcelain habit left with visions split between the wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym and pimple scars that leave precision pits Now drink to fortunes of the gorgons grim Then […]
Your porcelain habit left with visions split between the wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym and pimple scars that leave precision pits Now drink to fortunes of the gorgons grim Then […]
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