Merging tributaries
You were my darkness, voids between explosions warmth of marbled flesh, blood in crosshaired wait. Our limbs were floods, a merge of tributaries, trickled beads on skin our wont. Our […]
You were my darkness, voids between explosions warmth of marbled flesh, blood in crosshaired wait. Our limbs were floods, a merge of tributaries, trickled beads on skin our wont. Our […]
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