Carpe Diem Haiku – sacrifice
old prostitute – after her endless night fills the beggar’s cup Linked to Carpe Diem — May 11, 2014
old prostitute – after her endless night fills the beggar’s cup Linked to Carpe Diem — May 11, 2014
she’s carried lightly on the wings of dreams and floating tenderly on sky like glass above the verdancy of sprouting grass she’s swaying softly in the land of beams he’s […]
embedded in my hardened heart in folds of leather – memories stars have died and just a sickle moon cross my cheap synthetic velveteen a canvas of regrets – embroidered […]
mountain air a wandering old pilgrim found his words from the eagle’s cry and rustling canopies eulogies written in his smile silver dreams she wandered by herself singing to the […]
when sooty wings obscure the sky as croaking rooks my blood is black when blotchy headlines tell the lies of shadows and unknown attack what once was growing hope is […]
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