Once soaring high – Villanelle for Magtales.
on vulture’s wings, once soaring high where meadows where, just ash remain as memories are on display for sake of progress you can buy to sacrifice and have it slain […]
on vulture’s wings, once soaring high where meadows where, just ash remain as memories are on display for sake of progress you can buy to sacrifice and have it slain […]
tadpoles in pond are spawning as tender spring morn dawning though they’re safer in numbers crane still eats frog and slumbers I could not get anything better than this, it […]
like wings of broken blackbirds soar my eyes are moments of the night arise! awake! as light’s my shore cause when I’m dead. I’m free from fights Linked to the […]
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