A kind of blue
The canvas is a drab, cumulonimbus grey, a kind of blue, silver lined in muted brasswe slowly slide, betweenthe amber bassand lime-green wisps on skins.let ourselves be caught in the […]
The canvas is a drab, cumulonimbus grey, a kind of blue, silver lined in muted brasswe slowly slide, betweenthe amber bassand lime-green wisps on skins.let ourselves be caught in the […]
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