The bottle – Friday Fictioneers
Mark entered the room to empty himself of Emily. It had been three months since the police came. The pink wallpaper reminded him how insistent she had been for the […]
Mark entered the room to empty himself of Emily. It had been three months since the police came. The pink wallpaper reminded him how insistent she had been for the […]
as first storm catch the hem of kimono blushing geisha — Linked to Carpe Diem September 4, 2013
under starry sky my tears of solitude as spilled milk September 4, 2013
A group of knights in darkest wood To dying cries of men in pain In twilight hark the chilling drums The signal for an end of reign Compassion from the […]
Carpe diem today is to write an inspired haiku from this one by O. Mabson Southard: Chanting, the pond’s frogs … among the lilies’ dark pads – the twinkle of […]
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