Carpe Diem – Birthday morning
my warm hand feel your hand in mine – cinnamon smell softness of my naked skin on a birthday morning Linked to Carpe Diem — January 25, 2014
my warm hand feel your hand in mine – cinnamon smell softness of my naked skin on a birthday morning Linked to Carpe Diem — January 25, 2014
Even with an aim beside scorched in miles of words, in silky chimes of bullets maybe bruised like butterflies. Soot still settle deep as spirits spilled on ink. My mind […]
boldly drawn year’s first calligraphy a promise made Linked to Carpe Diem — January 25, 2015
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