Shame
Is there shame in the shade, in the depth by the wake of your gaze, in candles unlit? Once your words were like bees besotted with bloom, but your sun […]
Is there shame in the shade, in the depth by the wake of your gaze, in candles unlit? Once your words were like bees besotted with bloom, but your sun […]
graveyard memories visiting the relatives flickering candles ~~ flickering candles communicate with elders souls of ancestors Haiku using the Carpe Diem prompt All Souls Day/Mummer’s Dance In Sweden All Souls […]
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