Spell him sick
Wave my wand, to play him tricks, wither prick and make him sick. Let him puke and spook him stiff, Wave my wand, my heart is black Then burn his […]
Wave my wand, to play him tricks, wither prick and make him sick. Let him puke and spook him stiff, Wave my wand, my heart is black Then burn his […]
Friday Fictioneers and again a challenge in terms of a picture, and this time from Scott Vanatter. The cat really look guilty or concentrated. There are also lighted a candles […]
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