Signs of Spring
Signs of spring The tractor’s chewing spring-tired soil preparing wishes of the seed in this laidback equinox drizzle I take a not yet decayed oakleaf between my fingers letting texture […]
Signs of spring The tractor’s chewing spring-tired soil preparing wishes of the seed in this laidback equinox drizzle I take a not yet decayed oakleaf between my fingers letting texture […]
Thomas Tranströmer’s haiku to be inspired from: then the leaves whispered: a wild boar plays the organ. and the bells all rang Original in Swedish is written. Löven viskade: ett […]
Today we have the task to write a haiku to Tomas Tranströmer’s haiku: The orchid blossoms. Oil tankers are gliding past. And the moon is full The original by Tomas […]
The first sign of approaching fall is a clearness in the water. Algae that normally makes water opaque have gone to rest deep in the sediments below. I sit and […]
vissa dagar är luften tunn – dess knivskarpa klarhet drar mig mot ljuset där jag blinkande likt en nyss uppdragen harr förlorar min kraft hjälplöst glider mina ord som okynniga […]
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