less human – triquain
as dawn paints horizon tangerine & last night’s rain shower still lingers I blend its earthen smell into my morning tea despite its honey, there’s a sharpness from singing birds […]
as dawn paints horizon tangerine & last night’s rain shower still lingers I blend its earthen smell into my morning tea despite its honey, there’s a sharpness from singing birds […]
Jim’s haiku is: falling leaves the house comes out of the wood My answer is: hello horizon! – with first autumn storm foliage leaves I sometimes have a great sense […]
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