On skates
On skates, when carried by the wind across the solid glass of ice you feel like flying. Below you see the pale shadows of rocks against the solid black of […]
On skates, when carried by the wind across the solid glass of ice you feel like flying. Below you see the pale shadows of rocks against the solid black of […]
I did some reading, and apparently the flower that is called Fukujusoo or Pheasant Eye, blooms early. A close relative Adonis Vernalis also grows here in Sweden. Apart from blooming […]
the summer blooms within your speech like wings of butterflies caress your laughter calls and love beseech the summer blooms within your speech we are like waves upon the beach […]
in temple’s spring petal from the cherry tree – perfumes water Linked to Carpe Diem — February 2, 2014
from deep within the thorns a flower suddenly emerges it’s beauty contrasting its host but within a day forever gone her father was addicted and her mother, she had left […]
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