Carpe Diem – Pilgremage revisited
in mud stained boots steadfast uphill pilgremage over the hilltop I will find a meadow hidden deep within myself I tried to write a tanka today for Carpe Diem. — […]
in mud stained boots steadfast uphill pilgremage over the hilltop I will find a meadow hidden deep within myself I tried to write a tanka today for Carpe Diem. — […]
motherly love – still the ugly duckling’s tears could not be stopped The Kongofukuji temple is associated with Senju Kannon or the Boddhisatva of Motherly Love and Mother of the […]
they are the salmon sushi kind of girls chic chicks’ chitter-chatter lunch-break handbags larger than they ever need filled with clothes & Harlequin adventures blonde hair and magazinely perfect lips […]
your success can just be measuered in the tiniest amounts you know and at the end a smile is treasured for whatever gold you can bestow it’s not what riches […]
in wisdom – not even five Buddhas can agree Sorry for a little tongue in cheek, but I felt asking five Buddhas for advice would likely leave you clueless… Linked […]
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