To bail or not to bale? – Friday Fictioneers
” Sweetheart, I went haywire after being sentenced working these fields. Sweat trickles down my forehead so close to freedom. The farm-girls’ cotton skirts sway rhythmically reminding me of when […]
” Sweetheart, I went haywire after being sentenced working these fields. Sweat trickles down my forehead so close to freedom. The farm-girls’ cotton skirts sway rhythmically reminding me of when […]
deep within the rose pillowed on softest petals the blessing of love — Linked to Carpe Diem —- January 25, 2014
my hope’s like rust on padlocked doors as poems wear resistance down but then we’re trading peace for wars my hope were rust on padlocked doors when whitewashed lying settles […]
Resisting gravity & pining for the sky but relentlessly the downward pull will eventually uproot and release me into those eternal waves beneath. My destiny is sealed – but yet […]
They say that opposites attract just like infinity and zero are the limes of each other the opposing poles on the surface of a Riemann sphere And all that lie […]
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