daffodils are singing – 55 words
thunderclouds caressed my brow on leaden feet I wandered ash-clouds plastered in my gaze obscuring all what’s yonder sunshine streams through canopies garden birds are singing daffodils – the perfumed […]
thunderclouds caressed my brow on leaden feet I wandered ash-clouds plastered in my gaze obscuring all what’s yonder sunshine streams through canopies garden birds are singing daffodils – the perfumed […]
The poppies flew on Flanders fields see ghosts of soldiers prancing once sacrificed like guinea pigs for national financing their spirits flew on gossamer like butterflies were dancing the sickly […]
so wicked and burned my candlestump we waxed and waned together your dancing flames of youthfullness has left me now forever this darkness and in loneliness in grey an dreary […]
She stays behind when all have left and listens to what’s beating She stays behind to hear her heart for sorrows that’s her eating She thought his promises were true […]
on shores of Susquehanna in-under harvest moon her raven tresses shining blue the night that ends too soon on banks of Susquehanna they stumble into dawn her raven hair indulging […]
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