A line of strawberries
a line of soldiers marching prisoners along an empty street where once I bought a watch turning me so poor again a line of soldiers their uniforms are red that […]
a line of soldiers marching prisoners along an empty street where once I bought a watch turning me so poor again a line of soldiers their uniforms are red that […]
For dVerse OLN I created a glosa (see Form for all last week). I made a half promise to use high-way to hell for a glosa, so here it is. […]
The sated day is never first. The best day is a day of thirst. Yes, there is goal and meaning in our path – but it’s the way that is […]
More than 50 years ago a child was welcomed to Asia baptised in a bowl with history (the child was me) A little bowl from China decorated to a European […]
with deliberation I let my steely eyes slowly trace the blue line of the horizon while I sit down on the smooth rock polished to a silken smoothness by a […]
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