Ode to bucolic winds
Behold the dawn to blanket me with daffodils; listen you, bucolic breeze, make love and thrive beneath my happy moon; climb every sacred bloom, eat garden poetry in shade, relax […]
Behold the dawn to blanket me with daffodils; listen you, bucolic breeze, make love and thrive beneath my happy moon; climb every sacred bloom, eat garden poetry in shade, relax […]
Enigma of my wishes — a star-breeze traced in well of eyes. It’s what’s dwelled behind a silence-veil, the space between one stanza and the next, It’s riddle palimpsests of […]
Why should you read a boarding-card? You know the time, you’re checked in and you are early, or maybe just in time for breakfast ‘fore they open to the gates. […]
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