Carpe Diem Haiku – Frog Tanaga
tadpoles in pond are spawning as tender spring morn dawning though they’re safer in numbers crane still eats frog and slumbers I could not get anything better than this, it […]
tadpoles in pond are spawning as tender spring morn dawning though they’re safer in numbers crane still eats frog and slumbers I could not get anything better than this, it […]
silver wisps of mist gently swirl with dancing cranes – melt in rising sun the old frog watch in awe in safety from piercing bills My own haiku in tan-renga […]
silver wisps of mist gently swirl with dancing cranes – melt in rising sun I have been away for a while. But this prompt In Sweden cranes gather in early […]
At Carpe Diem write an inspired haiku from this one by Kikaku: how I wish to call a white crane from Fukei, but for this cold rain Don’t miss to […]
Today the Carpe Diem Prompt is Saekaeru (returning cold), which got me thinking about cranes and how they contiune the spring rituals despite a returning cold. The woodblock below is […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
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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