Hoarfrost in March
There are morningsjust beforesun has conquered the mistwhen hoarfrost stillcan stick to the twigs. When the soundof your skisis the only answerto night’s remaining silence,when nothing has been saidon whereor […]
There are morningsjust beforesun has conquered the mistwhen hoarfrost stillcan stick to the twigs. When the soundof your skisis the only answerto night’s remaining silence,when nothing has been saidon whereor […]
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