S:t Lucy’s lights
We huddled in the December darknesswhen from far away a gentle songripped apart the wintry moody starkness,we raised in chorus, sang alongand with our song came candles, lightto fill the […]
We huddled in the December darknesswhen from far away a gentle songripped apart the wintry moody starkness,we raised in chorus, sang alongand with our song came candles, lightto fill the […]
Close to winter solstice Night is dressed in worsted wool, wears polished boots, his hands are pale as knives. He smiles in sickles, as he slyly whispers sordid lies and […]
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