Fall, asleep
November-bared the branches of our ancient maple moans;sated with her fire fadedshe sighs and droops her sapdeeper, deeper into the soil, she groans and let the earthworm coil his hunger […]
November-bared the branches of our ancient maple moans;sated with her fire fadedshe sighs and droops her sapdeeper, deeper into the soil, she groans and let the earthworm coil his hunger […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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