Perfume of you
You are scent of moss-rose, amber, dew a starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June. You are sense of thunder, the wind that blew a bashful whiff of lavender […]
You are scent of moss-rose, amber, dew a starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June. You are sense of thunder, the wind that blew a bashful whiff of lavender […]
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