Dying sea
A sailor woke and listened for the speech of crushing crests; of wind and waves’ unrest but it was eerie silent, dead as on the beach a shroud of death […]
A sailor woke and listened for the speech of crushing crests; of wind and waves’ unrest but it was eerie silent, dead as on the beach a shroud of death […]
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