Shards of us
Unearthed remains of metaphors, a braille of past, with care and glue, we stitched together shards of us; repaired what’s broken with apologies; to maybe last another day, or ‘till […]
Unearthed remains of metaphors, a braille of past, with care and glue, we stitched together shards of us; repaired what’s broken with apologies; to maybe last another day, or ‘till […]
It’s not incinerated heat or ash but insincerity and ice, when dullness of serrated blades cut closer to a beating heart, than scimitars of death. My fear is not for […]
questions – curiosity fertilizes relationships yet I bury secrets — Even shorter poetry for Brian at dVerse
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