when colours gone – roundel for dVerse
when colours gone to shades of greymy brimstone heart is devil’s pawnI should have walked the narrow waywhen colours gone when noose is tight, it pulls me downthe sinner’s highest […]
when colours gone to shades of greymy brimstone heart is devil’s pawnI should have walked the narrow waywhen colours gone when noose is tight, it pulls me downthe sinner’s highest […]
O’er people’s dwellings three descend of Mögthrasir’s maidens, the sole Hamingiur who are in the world, although with Jötuns nurtured (from Vafþrúðnismál) It is said that our three of life […]
candle’s of advent revive my fading energy – drained by November Linked to Carpe Diem I feel my qi returning after being drained in November. — December 1, 2013
November was like a dreaded fruit whose poison gave me apathy November was like a goblins fist that brought me this melancholy November was like a desert walk in stinging […]
Hip! Hip! Hurrah! drinks are plentiful today – morning beating drums — This is what I got from the beating drums and Kanpai which means cheers. The music is way […]
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