A walk in the bamboo groove
The rustling bamboo leaves sing symphonic serenade – how can my painful loss mark my path like this? A gentle autumn wind kiss my morning bristle like you used to […]
The rustling bamboo leaves sing symphonic serenade – how can my painful loss mark my path like this? A gentle autumn wind kiss my morning bristle like you used to […]
Hando’s haiku as an inspiration… caught by the call of the flowers and mountain, I forget how steep the path is Brought me back to my recent trip to Madeira. […]
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