scabs of ink stained fingers
my ink stained fingers carry the black memories of the morning news but I cannot bear to soil sparkling garden dew therefore nature’s innocence still remains untouched my itching scabs […]
my ink stained fingers carry the black memories of the morning news but I cannot bear to soil sparkling garden dew therefore nature’s innocence still remains untouched my itching scabs […]
Carpe diem haiku kigo is Gione (Gion Festival). as Gione ends bashfully at Eki shrine she says goodbye she says goodbye in her eyes I learn the truth as Gione […]
Felt a need to exercise my iambic skills and give you a ghastly sonnet in Trifecta. The word today is Rusty 3a : of the color rust b : dulled […]
Līgo Haibun Special is to connect two pictures from Līgo festival. This has been a very special week here in Sweden as well. Midsummer is over but it’s a holiday […]
Carpe Diem kigo is Hanabi (Fireworks), I took the picture below when visiting the Magic Kingdom this weekend. evening fireworks over Magic Kingdom goodnight Mickey after fireworks the silence is […]
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