Choices – Friday Fictioneers Haibun
Eve’s choice was hard. On the surface different: Promises of yellow sunshine from Jeff, his laughter like pearls on a string. Robert always passionately red , with taste of sweetest […]
Eve’s choice was hard. On the surface different: Promises of yellow sunshine from Jeff, his laughter like pearls on a string. Robert always passionately red , with taste of sweetest […]
The Ninth Month, Chôyô by Keisai Eisen The double ninth festival or chrysanthemum festival on the significant ninth day of the ninth month all throughout Asia. Nine has a lot […]
I heard in birdsong from the trees Sweet singers are invisible they sang temptations to be free How could they? it’s unfeasible Sweet singers are invisible They tempt us to […]
Joseph touched his shaved chin and looked at himself in the mirror. Tonight he was better than ever before, his smile was innocent but had a lure that touched his […]
in late autumn farmer binds his hope to wheat bundles when field mouses have dinner in the sheaf farmer hunger — September 23, 2013
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly