An american Dream – Friday Fictioneers
For many generations her copper gown had signalled hope for immigrants. After days at sea, suffering from bad food, seasickness and scurvy the sight was the start of an American […]
For many generations her copper gown had signalled hope for immigrants. After days at sea, suffering from bad food, seasickness and scurvy the sight was the start of an American […]
as orchids in their fragrant beauty still plain vanilla — as orchids pretend fragility she gets her way — Linked to Carpe Diem — September 10, 2013
we’re dancing in the falling leaves the joy of autumn us enchant before the darkness daylight thieves I sing in joy this light descant above a crimson, orange roof we’re […]
Paulownia leaf withered on the ground her broken heart Shared on Carpe Diem August 9, 2013
Behind the mask he hid his fears with painted mouth in constant smile as laughter moved him into tears At played stupidity we cheered which gave a bitter taste of […]
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