November letter (again)
Dear beloved, I sit down to writeimagining birdsong, surf and yoursilhouette nuzzled by twilight. I dreamt tonight aboutyour hands, the scent you leftand woke up alone. Nightmares have ceasedit is […]
Dear beloved, I sit down to writeimagining birdsong, surf and yoursilhouette nuzzled by twilight. I dreamt tonight aboutyour hands, the scent you leftand woke up alone. Nightmares have ceasedit is […]
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