lavender and muted drums – Villanelle
to muted drums away she walked now brimstone carcasses remain as lavender and rose she talked in granite senses love is locked she lingers in his phantom pains to muted […]
to muted drums away she walked now brimstone carcasses remain as lavender and rose she talked in granite senses love is locked she lingers in his phantom pains to muted […]
I wanted to write yet another poem about the creatures of mythology to be shared on dVerse open link night. The Neck is a shape shifting water spirit that lure […]
I could not come up with a good idea to make a contuing story in Visdare this time, so instead I offer you a Villanelle, which I think is a […]
There are so many prompts, but tonight I wanted to do a little experiment on Villanelle without any prompt at all. Keeping each line to three iambs, make an interesting […]
This week’s Visual Dare entry. A prompt for writing a 100 words story. Pictures courtesy of the prompt. I decided to write a Villanelle, and did of course break the […]
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