Is the devil in the details? – for trifextra
Oh hear my god of small and lesser things to slum and poverty she joy will bring in rain – a corrugated roof that shields and then some ripe tomatoes […]
Oh hear my god of small and lesser things to slum and poverty she joy will bring in rain – a corrugated roof that shields and then some ripe tomatoes […]
Quite a challenge to rewrite the masterpiece by Basho: old pond a frog jumps into the sound of water My take after reading Kristsjaan‘s article by the lake hermit and […]
by the shore discarded lovers broken shells (JRB) beaten by the waves eroded into sand (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — November 8, 2013
Yet another century gone tormented in the acid rain within the marble stone his soul still yearns for her livid flesh. As season pass and go he sees the love […]
even candent days cannot drive the willow leaves from their homing place (MMT) where the ants busy themselves preparing for the winter (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — November 7, […]
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