September
On Sunday night September came walking dressed in night with rubber wellies on her aching feet, she strode through streets to shake the leaves from boughs and check if yet […]
On Sunday night September came walking dressed in night with rubber wellies on her aching feet, she strode through streets to shake the leaves from boughs and check if yet […]
I’m never quite prepared for changes of September. When days are fading, as summer daylight in abundance, change to early dusk and evenings weighted by a starless night. I’ve been […]
September starts as summer ends but soon the weather make amends my face is covered ‘gainst the breeze when nights kiss orange in the trees September is a time of […]
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