Carpe Diem Haiku – Bravery and pilgremage
There are often two ways to reach a summit. There is the direct road, balancing on narrow ledges, overcoming the fear of precipes trusting the thin rope, and your companion’s […]
There are often two ways to reach a summit. There is the direct road, balancing on narrow ledges, overcoming the fear of precipes trusting the thin rope, and your companion’s […]
with lashes of your language-dagger you’re cutting pieces with your anger-axe and carve me nicely with your wrangle-scalpel but when you use your temptress-snake and softly twirl your honey-fork around […]
up high above the lights shine through I wonder where my freedom flew in chthonic darkness of my cell if spring or fall I cannot tell my sooty misery below […]
we huddle and we shut our windows escape the brushstrokes of what’s different as mauve is safer than what’s purple we find solace in what’s beige and grey and avoid […]
She’s folding carefully and tenderly her indigo calligraphy the words that never will be read, or sealed in magenta scent of roses. the words she once had treasured the words […]
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