Her creator – I am
As a doll-maker, I gather pieces of bright cloth, strings, and shards of sea-glass. I stroll the streets looking in dustbins and I sneak into graveyards to borrow from corpses. […]
As a doll-maker, I gather pieces of bright cloth, strings, and shards of sea-glass. I stroll the streets looking in dustbins and I sneak into graveyards to borrow from corpses. […]
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