Deeper
not even the stars can spill such silvery lure — eyes brimming with mirth, nightgown slipping from shoulder leading me deeper than ever Today we are writing short poetry at […]
not even the stars can spill such silvery lure — eyes brimming with mirth, nightgown slipping from shoulder leading me deeper than ever Today we are writing short poetry at […]
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