Cherry blossom tears
Bending into blue cherry blossom waits, shy — undressed like you blushing — blessed. With fingers weaved we knew, we saw the tears of spring, clinging ‘fore it fell to […]
Bending into blue cherry blossom waits, shy — undressed like you blushing — blessed. With fingers weaved we knew, we saw the tears of spring, clinging ‘fore it fell to […]
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
It was either ascend by metaphors or go under a plain life Sink, immerse, suffocate and drown in gyring commonalities. Or so…
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