Carpe Diem Tan Renga – Jazzbumpa’s “my little green lawn”
my little green lawn dreams about the pampas grass i dream of the stars (Jazzbumpa) where I can spy on women in their stardust bikinis (Björn) Linked to Carpe […]
my little green lawn dreams about the pampas grass i dream of the stars (Jazzbumpa) where I can spy on women in their stardust bikinis (Björn) Linked to Carpe […]
in hidden places under the porch floorboards- cherry blossoms (Managua Gunn) wrinkled hand shivers slightly as she pours a cup of tea (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — […]
crossing the footbridge a sound that comes unbidden … my wild beating heart Lolly when confronted with a doe it syncopates her fear Björn — Linked to Carpe […]
ghosts of the ancients cast their towering shadows on the holy ground (Patricia) withered and forgotten my grandmother’s sunflowers (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — November 13, 2013
A haiku by Rheumatologe completed to tanka by me this dark autumn night the bright stars of milky way cries of geese above Lothar (Rheumatologe) pouring from the big […]
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