A narrow cone of light
My headlamp carves a narrow cone of lightthrough the velvet darkness of the forest’s night,my path is broad and bright, but still, I’m lost,around me, leafless branches wait for frost,the […]
My headlamp carves a narrow cone of lightthrough the velvet darkness of the forest’s night,my path is broad and bright, but still, I’m lost,around me, leafless branches wait for frost,the […]
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