daffodils are singing – 55 words
thunderclouds caressed my brow on leaden feet I wandered ash-clouds plastered in my gaze obscuring all what’s yonder sunshine streams through canopies garden birds are singing daffodils – the perfumed […]
thunderclouds caressed my brow on leaden feet I wandered ash-clouds plastered in my gaze obscuring all what’s yonder sunshine streams through canopies garden birds are singing daffodils – the perfumed […]
so wicked and burned my candlestump we waxed and waned together your dancing flames of youthfullness has left me now forever this darkness and in loneliness in grey an dreary […]
on shores of Susquehanna in-under harvest moon her raven tresses shining blue the night that ends too soon on banks of Susquehanna they stumble into dawn her raven hair indulging […]
Have you seen my little pig? as he dances tango My dog is very happy too when he eats his mango And here I have my purple cow and she […]
the clouds lament in solitude as sea is sighing sorrow the footprints leading out to sea a soul of no tomorrow recalling what she wrote to him about his foul […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly