embedded in the river’s silt
like blood is pumping through your veins a drop of precious wine lingers for the briefest moment in limbo between consumption and a kiss but burning in the candlelight it […]
like blood is pumping through your veins a drop of precious wine lingers for the briefest moment in limbo between consumption and a kiss but burning in the candlelight it […]
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