Carpe Diem Haiku – Frost and Wright
Georgia gives us this poem by Robert Frost: Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my […]
Georgia gives us this poem by Robert Frost: Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my […]
(I) Urban symphonies that play its strings on steel-beast’s wheel on oily asphalt. Sluggish, lightwormy — the spiderwebs, of urban-life congested arteries, cutting life to microsecond pieces perspiring in the […]
I still recall when I was young, waking up to the glistening blankets of the first snow. A day of play in snow;, when even the wetness on my back […]
listening – to the last leaf falling by the chestnut tree Linked to Carpe Diem — December 8, 2014
You say perception changes with perspective and if you listen to what grows beneath where slander mycorrhiza will remove your doubt. and it can grow to funghi of a virgin […]
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