A savior at last
In sway of sentences and syllables her purple words were thunderstorm and hail, a pitter-patter of a summer rain against the bruises of his tender skin. Words left behind as […]
In sway of sentences and syllables her purple words were thunderstorm and hail, a pitter-patter of a summer rain against the bruises of his tender skin. Words left behind as […]
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