The soot that’s settled
Even with an aim beside scorched in miles of words, in silky chimes of bullets maybe bruised like butterflies. Soot still settle deep as spirits spilled on ink. My mind […]
Even with an aim beside scorched in miles of words, in silky chimes of bullets maybe bruised like butterflies. Soot still settle deep as spirits spilled on ink. My mind […]
last butterfly inhales the purpleness of meadowed bloom Linked to Carpe Diem, and my excuses for using my poetic license to invent a few new words — November 7, 2014
broken wings – still the peacock butterfly paints the rock Linked to Carpe Diem — September 11, 2014
a fallen flower flew back to its perch a butterfly © Moritake dancing with the breeze ignoring my dreams © Me or on the darker side a fallen flower […]
caterpillar dreams of a butterfly’s gown briefly fulfilled — Linked to Carpe Diem — June 23 – 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