My concrete heart – Poetry for Friday Fictioneers.
The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me or what’s right. Are there answers on the wall? Painted clear with brazen clarity, In letters scribbled yes or […]
The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me or what’s right. Are there answers on the wall? Painted clear with brazen clarity, In letters scribbled yes or […]
On the white sand Of the beach of a small isle In the Eastern Sea I, my face streaked with tears, Am playing with a crab (Takuboku) To write a […]
the Buddha himself did not start enlightened he walked the path (Cathy Tenzo) where wisdom can be gathered like blisters on his soles (Björn) — Linked to Carpe Diem […]
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