Coloring between the lines
“Forgive me father, I have sinned”, Behind the grate Father Tom saw her eyes, brimming with tears. He closed his eyes to focus on Maria’s voice. “Tell me”, “I cannot […]
“Forgive me father, I have sinned”, Behind the grate Father Tom saw her eyes, brimming with tears. He closed his eyes to focus on Maria’s voice. “Tell me”, “I cannot […]
in valley below through mist a church appears – is it a dream? Linked to Carpe Diem — February 8, 2014
fair-colored windows – the barren break forth in song better than words (Angie) carols of midwinter joy in candlelights are sung (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — January 3, 2013
dying embers for beggar’s frozen fingers – church bells ringing — Linked to Carpe Diem — December 7, 2013
Ever since she was an acorn she had been waiting to be able to see above the tower. She had stretched and stretched, and now as she was an old […]
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