Heavy beat
Expectations for her night was high I see her dance in corner all alone Her beauty is distorted by the wine But still she dance to find a man ~ […]
Expectations for her night was high I see her dance in corner all alone Her beauty is distorted by the wine But still she dance to find a man ~ […]
under cloudy shroud escaping rays reflected silver in the waves ~~ silver in the waves can never be converted shrouded wealth below ~~ shrouded wealth below remains a summer secret […]
This picture from Jan Morrill is the prompt for my first entry in Friday Fictioners. Stories can be poetry too, so I decided to write it in iambic hexameter. Hope […]
Wintry wind, left withered leaf Met this morning, maple color Ruefully reminded, recalling chills So sorry summer, solace left me — A little experiment in writing alliterative verse. It should […]
Today, I have no inspiration to be serious. Why not make it simple and just reproduce a limerick I wrote yesterday on twitter? I think it turned rather good. It […]
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