Carpe Diem Haiku – Belief in Spirits
Not all spirits are good: eerie smiles – where heavy canopies are wailing spirit can be quite real as well: Friday evening yet another glass – battered wife But in […]
Not all spirits are good: eerie smiles – where heavy canopies are wailing spirit can be quite real as well: Friday evening yet another glass – battered wife But in […]
This night of sanguine hips when blinded by the bleach of sun we shed our last maracas tears Mascara rolling down her cheek forgets impending doom of dawn Dancing in […]
some days the caring enormity of our togetherness seems limited and in perplexity, I’m silent picking petals of imaginary daisies building infinite castles to fill me with your broken galaxies […]
grieving rooms echo of their voices – absent friends Linked to Carpe Diem — September 4, 2014
I wish I was a better man I wish I could rid myself of prejudice share a cup of coffee – listen to her story of abuse that’s written in […]
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