Lust for blood
The way it looks, in snow with paws between a baby and a bear, brushed with tail, from scattered snow on crust, not melted yet. I know she crossed our […]
The way it looks, in snow with paws between a baby and a bear, brushed with tail, from scattered snow on crust, not melted yet. I know she crossed our […]
moonlit snow – carefully I cross wolverine tracks crying footsteps under snowy canopies and miles to go Linked to Carpe Diem — December 11, 2014
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