Nettles
Like the itch that lingers after shortcutstaken through growth of stinging nettles,or the reek of bar-smoke on a jacket collarforgotten in my wardrobeor being brought from sleepto calls from reclusive […]
Like the itch that lingers after shortcutstaken through growth of stinging nettles,or the reek of bar-smoke on a jacket collarforgotten in my wardrobeor being brought from sleepto calls from reclusive […]
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