A long waiting
I seek horizon For arrival of the ship Waiting will be long Border between sea and sky Empty is of sails My hand reach into the sand Seashell is my […]
I seek horizon For arrival of the ship Waiting will be long Border between sea and sky Empty is of sails My hand reach into the sand Seashell is my […]
The old discarded servant’s come to rest Beside the outhouse, waiting for the rust A blanket from the woods, of moss, is blessed Against the chilly mornings, his disgust ~~ […]
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