Sieving Silver
When branches try to capture woes for moona year unwritten scribbles silver words of moon It bleeds in melting snow — its sentencesunowned, these silent phases of the moon Of […]
When branches try to capture woes for moona year unwritten scribbles silver words of moon It bleeds in melting snow — its sentencesunowned, these silent phases of the moon 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