Carpe Diem Haiku – Richard Wright’s “violet beds”
Richard Wright wrote I give permission For this slow spring rain to soak The violet beds. And to write something in similar style I write: Giving gratitude To the gentle […]
Richard Wright wrote I give permission For this slow spring rain to soak The violet beds. And to write something in similar style I write: Giving gratitude To the gentle […]
camellia blood in frosted petals clinging before they fall they are sighing for the boy lost in winter silent awe blue eyes full of frost he walks to wonder-land of […]
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
When even hell has closed its doors we’re waiting by the river shore empty purses, swaying, waiting. saying: we cannot pay the ferryman. And every night the river suicides will […]
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