Blues dividing blue
Grim illumination: pulsating glow — Despair of eyes it’s ash and ember with his toothless grin: a beggar panders cash. He bends and bows, on bare knees wander clenched — […]
Grim illumination: pulsating glow — Despair of eyes it’s ash and ember with his toothless grin: a beggar panders cash. He bends and bows, on bare knees wander clenched — […]
Compassion is warmth of torn book pages slowly fed to hungry flames, by a beggar’s hands. Compassion is sound of a lonely coin at the bottom of a tin cup. […]
She sits outside in rain and snow with cardboard cup to tell us how she left her family behind to feed them from the coins we throw. But people pass […]
cardboard boxes – the beggar’s castle under neon lights Linked to Carpe Diem October 6, 2014
a single coin mingling with the melting snow in beggar’s cup in beggar’s cup when compassion’s lacking emptiness Linked to Carpe Diem — February 5, 2014
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