Choices – Friday Fictioneers Haibun
Eve’s choice was hard. On the surface different: Promises of yellow sunshine from Jeff, his laughter like pearls on a string. Robert always passionately red , with taste of sweetest […]
Eve’s choice was hard. On the surface different: Promises of yellow sunshine from Jeff, his laughter like pearls on a string. Robert always passionately red , with taste of sweetest […]
He always yearned for that tantalizing touch, the bashful lowered eyelash or the soft quivering lower lip. His search was random, travelling the subway system in search of paradise. Sometimes […]
Carpe Diem Haiku prompt is peace within. The text below is from Wikipedia, and I thought it would create a nice haibun. Just maybe poor Zhuangzi was far from peace […]
To the symphony of morning birds he walked deeper and deeper into the familiar wood. He knew the places were he had played as a kid, and following the stream […]
Sitting feeding pigeons he looked at his wrinkled hands recalling all the lost moments of his life. Of time wasted for the wrong reasons at the wrong time. Now alone […]
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