Carpe Diem Haiku – worship (a haibun)
When she shut her eyes, she always saw azure water and mother wearing a polka-dot bikini. Gradually the colors of her memories had faded, but purple bruises and blood stained […]
When she shut her eyes, she always saw azure water and mother wearing a polka-dot bikini. Gradually the colors of her memories had faded, but purple bruises and blood stained […]
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