Augury crow
One morning in Septemberthe augury crow was silentas if wordlessly sayingsomething crucially essential. He was perched on the silof the third windowcounting from the northeastcorner of the library. The librarian’s […]
One morning in Septemberthe augury crow was silentas if wordlessly sayingsomething crucially essential. He was perched on the silof the third windowcounting from the northeastcorner of the library. The librarian’s […]
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