Like sipping a Pastis
Rolling from his lips, those dreams like sipping your pastis of milky wormwod bitterness. But bending backwards you still meet his promiscuous promises of afternoons – anonymous in Rive Gauche […]
Rolling from his lips, those dreams like sipping your pastis of milky wormwod bitterness. But bending backwards you still meet his promiscuous promises of afternoons – anonymous in Rive Gauche […]
frost clinging to the old oak’s limbs – like spinster’s lace Linked to Carpe Diem — December 14 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