Rude bells
Call out rude bells! for midnight skies;to autumn rain, to falling leaves;to what’s been lost to what we grieveCall out! let truths succeed their lies. Ring out the war, ring […]
Call out rude bells! for midnight skies;to autumn rain, to falling leaves;to what’s been lost to what we grieveCall out! let truths succeed their lies. Ring out the war, ring […]
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