Carpe Diem Haiku – Vladivostok
To end an journey means to start a new. From the moment we leave the train, my hand in yours, we feel anticipation on how the train have changed us. […]
To end an journey means to start a new. From the moment we leave the train, my hand in yours, we feel anticipation on how the train have changed us. […]
When we reach Khabarovsk, we are close to the confluence of the two rivers Ussuri and Amur, and I reflect that a confluence point is much like this ride. Before […]
At some point in our long trip I realize that, though the taiga looks much the same we have came so far into the east, that the train is the […]
During this long trip pangs of homesickness come suddenly. With every station the train take me further and further from the place I called my real home, the place were […]
Her stiletto heels penetrate a chewing gum left on the sidewalk. A passing car’s reflected in the wet asphalt outside the gay bar. The January snow muffles the sound 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