Their last unwritten verse – For Friday Fictioneers
The tension in the room became palpable as the lights were dimmed and the guitarists started to pluck their guitars. Even before Amália started to sing, tears rolled down Maria’s […]
The tension in the room became palpable as the lights were dimmed and the guitarists started to pluck their guitars. Even before Amália started to sing, tears rolled down Maria’s […]
see empty sky of canceled trains tomorrow’s work – an added stress we passengers in growing pains see empty sky of canceled trains there’s no one here to take complaints […]
daffodils open after two days of spring rain yellow from heaven (Jules Paige) enchanted by the sunshine the lazy bumblebees hum (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — April 11, 2014
on tent’s roof sound of drumming rain night is long Linked to Carpe Diem — April 11, 2014
cup’s jagged edge tepid tea of bitter dregs her toothless smile — April 10, 2014
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