Scarves
There are possibilities in scars a melody composed for stars, an option for an exit or an entrance to what’s past. ‘Have you ever been to Paris?’ She knits her […]
There are possibilities in scars a melody composed for stars, an option for an exit or an entrance to what’s past. ‘Have you ever been to Paris?’ She knits her […]
Your dreams as shadows of the day it’s cards I kept and never played for scars behind chiaroscuro masks When awake why did I have to ask? I feared a […]
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