Kokopelli’s flute
Where echoes of his ancient flute reverbs, the humpbacked canyon player lingers still. He carved these walls with water sprinkled notes; and blended pollen in the sandstone dust. The desert […]
Where echoes of his ancient flute reverbs, the humpbacked canyon player lingers still. He carved these walls with water sprinkled notes; and blended pollen in the sandstone dust. The desert […]
at the precipice – the yellow sentinel braver than most Linked to Carpe Diem — November 6, 2014
When fairness lingers indecisive in olive hues of sunburnt skin in raven tresses hidden by hijabs in what’s different from you; it’s your acceptance of the details in what’s fair […]
“Some age gracefully — constantly learning and adapting — while other are left as rusting debris on deserted parking lots; waiting for renewal that will never come. Some find new […]
his boutonniere a wilted carnation – train delays Linked to Carpe Diem — November 5, 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