Confusion in resistance
It’s not from friction of my quill, not from lack of ink or paper, I have all the syllables but it seems I cannot stitch them into sense. It’s not […]
It’s not from friction of my quill, not from lack of ink or paper, I have all the syllables but it seems I cannot stitch them into sense. It’s not […]
my hope’s like rust on padlocked doors as poems wear resistance down but then we’re trading peace for wars my hope were rust on padlocked doors when whitewashed lying settles […]
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