Carpe Diem Haiku – Novosibirsk
I might try to look into the window of the train, but I see the reflection of you, the object of my lust. I see how you push a strand […]
I might try to look into the window of the train, but I see the reflection of you, the object of my lust. I see how you push a strand […]
The first time I saw your moist lips, I was lost in lust. But I missed the hint of fangs, and the hot kiss changed a bit, as you bit […]
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