Carpe Diem Haiku – worship (a haibun)
When she shut her eyes, she always saw azure water and mother wearing a polka-dot bikini. Gradually the colors of her memories had faded, but purple bruises and blood stained […]
When she shut her eyes, she always saw azure water and mother wearing a polka-dot bikini. Gradually the colors of her memories had faded, but purple bruises and blood stained […]
When switch-blades shine in a moon-lit back-alley, you know you’re not alone. Linked to Carpe Diem — May 18, 2014
Even in the smallest kitten the mighty lion’s heart is beating Linked to Carpe Diem — May 17, 2014
Jack Kerouac wrote: early morning gentle rain, two big bumblebees humming at their work My answer is an american sentence: Office workers morning rush to the rhythmic sound of jackhammers […]
Jack Kerouac wrote: Neons, Chinese restaurants coming on – Girls come by shades And my answer is the following American sentence As neon-lights comes on, the streetwalkers seek the shade […]
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