Squirrel in search
Without directionor purposestill seeking in zig-zagup and downbehind and belowthe treasures its kinmight have hiddenin autumn,the young squirrelwith its tail a primary prideall of the suddenmake up its mindto jump […]
Without directionor purposestill seeking in zig-zagup and downbehind and belowthe treasures its kinmight have hiddenin autumn,the young squirrelwith its tail a primary prideall of the suddenmake up its mindto jump […]
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