The final rest
The old discarded servant’s come to rest Beside the outhouse, waiting for the rust A blanket from the woods, of moss, is blessed Against the chilly mornings, his disgust ~~ […]
The old discarded servant’s come to rest Beside the outhouse, waiting for the rust A blanket from the woods, of moss, is blessed Against the chilly mornings, his disgust ~~ […]
Today Into the fog The many shades of grey As nature lost the colors normally It has The goal We know so well looks different The sounds so silently We […]
— Woke up this morning Grey and cold like autumn day It had been raining But had ceased at break of dawn Look deep in drawers Finding all the clothes […]
A cotton sky The sun is playing games with me It’s Peek-a-boo And far away lies the goal today I wait awhile And listen to the story of the wind […]
Last Train by @jdubqca @vivchook @brudberg @permabloom @afcoory @myvogonpoetry — The beautiful countryside of my childhood emerged vividly in my mind as I waited for the last train back to […]
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