A lonely girl by mountain tarn
by forest tarn the little lonely girl in tears laments in bitter loneliness as silver moonshine kiss her golden curls the trees are bowing down in tenderness with bending limbs […]
by forest tarn the little lonely girl in tears laments in bitter loneliness as silver moonshine kiss her golden curls the trees are bowing down in tenderness with bending limbs […]
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