This night of sanguine hips
This night of sanguine hips when blinded by the bleach of sun we shed our last maracas tears Mascara rolling down her cheek forgets impending doom of dawn Dancing in […]
This night of sanguine hips when blinded by the bleach of sun we shed our last maracas tears Mascara rolling down her cheek forgets impending doom of dawn Dancing in […]
some days the caring enormity of our togetherness seems limited and in perplexity, I’m silent picking petals of imaginary daisies building infinite castles to fill me with your broken galaxies […]
grieving rooms echo of their voices – absent friends Linked to Carpe Diem — September 4, 2014
I wish I was a better man I wish I could rid myself of prejudice share a cup of coffee – listen to her story of abuse that’s written in […]
Francis of Assisi said: “For it is in giving that we receive.” sunshine smile – from the back-alley bonfires dirty dollar bills Linked to Carpe Diem — September 3, 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