Hon sjunger gärna pop med sprucken röst
i billigt lådvin kan hon finna tröst så hennes blick är inte längre klar hon sjunger gärna pop med sprucken röst hon kan ännu känna handen på sitt bröst från […]
i billigt lådvin kan hon finna tröst så hennes blick är inte längre klar hon sjunger gärna pop med sprucken röst hon kan ännu känna handen på sitt bröst från […]
Managua wrote let the ravens come let them smile as they pick the flesh from the battlefield My addition to make it a Tan renga: forgive but don’t forget what […]
candle flickers in breeze from opened door she’s not alone hungry men sharing a handful of rice – almost content Linked to Carpe Diem — May 16, 2014
Jack Kerouac wrote: early morning gentle rain, two big bumblebees humming at their work My answer is an american sentence: Office workers morning rush to the rhythmic sound of jackhammers […]
I spring’s giggling rivulets are born in ice II among all the tadpoles one became frog III hesitating breaking buds leaves born in […]
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