Icicle heart
For each compliment of beauty an icicle attached itself to Marsha’s heart; still her attraction grew for every year. Suitors came but were ridiculed with smiles; initially it served to […]
For each compliment of beauty an icicle attached itself to Marsha’s heart; still her attraction grew for every year. Suitors came but were ridiculed with smiles; initially it served to […]
Only in stains of lipstick the echo of her bourbon voice remained. Smoking slowly his trenchcoat pocket bulges of unused Beretta. Despite the wet sound of rubber soles he has […]
When they return from war, our winning side. You see deep into their eyes the flame that die They kiss their girls but still they cannot hide that also winners […]
the old cobwebs harvest sparkling gems in autumn sun Linked to Carpe Diem — December 1, 2014
Advent means waiting for something important. In the Northern hemisphere we are preparing for a time of company in almost absent daylight, and the outward symbols of gifts and food […]
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