Carpe Diem Haiku – Pilgremage again
When you walk a mountain path the first time, climbing uphill, surprises hidden by the mountain itself, a rare flower, a bird crossing my path, or just a rock formed […]
When you walk a mountain path the first time, climbing uphill, surprises hidden by the mountain itself, a rare flower, a bird crossing my path, or just a rock formed […]
“Forgive me” said a thousand times in poetry could be a song of true repent. But alas in reality of life, “forgive me” always come out diluted, loss of meaning […]
To end an journey means to start a new. From the moment we leave the train, my hand in yours, we feel anticipation on how the train have changed us. […]
When we reach Khabarovsk, we are close to the confluence of the two rivers Ussuri and Amur, and I reflect that a confluence point is much like this ride. Before […]
At some point in our long trip I realize that, though the taiga looks much the same we have came so far into the east, that the train is the […]
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