Carpe Diem tanka – crane
silver wisps of mist gently swirl with dancing cranes – melt in rising sun the old frog watch in awe in safety from piercing bills My own haiku in tan-renga […]
silver wisps of mist gently swirl with dancing cranes – melt in rising sun the old frog watch in awe in safety from piercing bills My own haiku in tan-renga […]
so many temples all breaths become one the steps flow Cathy on final pilgremage a couple hand in hand eternal spring before the precipice together their spiderwebs obscure an […]
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
Artwork by Jorge Berlato Alone tonight, and the first time he’s cooked for her, She likes how his deft fingers chop, stir…
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
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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