Carpe Diem haiku- Buson’s ball reworked
Buson’s haiku shall now be revised… a hand-ball, wet with the spring rain falling on the roof Per the article there should be a certain meaninglessness in this.. old teddy […]
Buson’s haiku shall now be revised… a hand-ball, wet with the spring rain falling on the roof Per the article there should be a certain meaninglessness in this.. old teddy […]
I hear you speak waves tumble half a world away conch’s song (Lesley Moon) breakers of my passion’s song surge you back again (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem
you talk with sprockets smooth from oil and grease like bullets from an AK-47 but coming home I find you lost your ease and walk in muddy boots invading heaven […]
The way the sky blushes as it’s kissed by the rising sun, reminds me of your cheeks that November night when we become a unity, so long ago. Now when […]
With light in your eyes You embrace me in your arms Our hearts beat as one (The imaginator) tenderly you touch my neck sharpest fangs that prickle (Björn) — […]
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