From another war
From hungry soil, from mud of Flander’s field see shell-shocked souls and poppy’s flown, in cries from clay of Sommes, Verdun, from rats and lice from smell of soggy uniforms, […]
From hungry soil, from mud of Flander’s field see shell-shocked souls and poppy’s flown, in cries from clay of Sommes, Verdun, from rats and lice from smell of soggy uniforms, […]
See bare the branches, boldly starkagainst the ghostly garden rot;it’s lure of leaves have left, to knotsand fits, my fists are folded; darkmy heart is hunger, heckled fromthe clotted clouds […]
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