Till September
Spring: you daffodilly splendor, with sun that bloom me tender from soil sprout seedlings slender dance barefoot till September. Frank Hosts dVerse with a form called Tanaga, 4 lines with […]
Spring: you daffodilly splendor, with sun that bloom me tender from soil sprout seedlings slender dance barefoot till September. Frank Hosts dVerse with a form called Tanaga, 4 lines with […]
When morning breaks with sunlight shining through the tired windows; bright and sharp and razor-shadowed; lucidly a blackbird sings, for snowdrops coy, When morning breaks monotony of grey — unshroud […]
This night — starstruck cold Alone and bared we stare; sky in palms swaying silenced for its symphonies: we and air. You egg me darkly — play on puff of […]
The hard-rock of my child- hood came in small cassettes and giant posters, where blood and printed poses seemed much larger than the anemic beat of my cassette recorder. Still […]
How to name the sky? Is it friendly, blue, with smiling clouds or heavy solemn pewter grey or black — a forceful fist of hail and snow? Is it sun […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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