Sometimes I’m awake at night
sometimes – from the polluted pond I still hear a skeletal concerto keeping me awake with its deadly silence and a smell of ash sometimes – beneath the rainbow surface […]
sometimes – from the polluted pond I still hear a skeletal concerto keeping me awake with its deadly silence and a smell of ash sometimes – beneath the rainbow surface […]
doted daughter grows from wrinkled hands – mother of pearl Linked to Carpe Diem — August 8, 2014
Jamie has written the following haiku: as a white dove lands words unspoken yet knowing- the glow of the dawn My task is to add 2 lines to make this […]
questions – curiosity fertilizes relationships yet I bury secrets — Even shorter poetry for Brian at dVerse
their footsteps – sepia memories are fading Linked to Carpe Diem — August 7, 2014
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