A whiff of 1966 – Trifextra time travel
A whiff of perfume suddenly, could bring me back in time For real or maybe drunkenly? I feel her hand in mine My grandmother, she walks beside I’m five, and […]
A whiff of perfume suddenly, could bring me back in time For real or maybe drunkenly? I feel her hand in mine My grandmother, she walks beside I’m five, and […]
alabaster skin when she opened her robe I glimpsed heaven above in moonlit birch tree a singing nightingale — Linked to Carpe Diem September 20, 2013
Carpe Diem Special is to write a haiku inspired by this one by O. Mabson Southard This morning’s rainbow shares its deep violet edge with the misty moon. swirling morning […]
Carpe Diem Tan Renga completion to Managua Gunn’s wonderful haiku. cricket’s last song even the prostitute hears – stops waving her fan I wanted to combine this with a sense […]
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