Rust and past glories.
Rust eats its past glories. Tomorrow’s warfare fades among butterflies. Dying muscles leaking oil; growing grass caress iron hulls. Forget the burns from ash. Linked to Real toads where we […]
Rust eats its past glories. Tomorrow’s warfare fades among butterflies. Dying muscles leaking oil; growing grass caress iron hulls. Forget the burns from ash. Linked to Real toads where we […]
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