forever if not
if not the for the thawthis midwinter daywhen sun would collapseto the toll of the bells, if not for for the snowforgotten the corpseof intentions once spreadto the wind of […]
if not the for the thawthis midwinter daywhen sun would collapseto the toll of the bells, if not for for the snowforgotten the corpseof intentions once spreadto the wind of […]
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