Perfume – you
You’re the scent of moss-rose, amber, dewa starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June.You’re the sense of thunder, the wind that blewa bashful breeze of lavender ‘cross dunesand waves […]
You’re the scent of moss-rose, amber, dewa starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June.You’re the sense of thunder, the wind that blewa bashful breeze of lavender ‘cross dunesand waves […]
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