My victory-insignia – for Friday Fictioneers
Warm sand meets my bare feet and tells of losses, of sorrows but now also hope. The sea might have taken all away, but writhen canopies murmur soft songs of […]
Warm sand meets my bare feet and tells of losses, of sorrows but now also hope. The sea might have taken all away, but writhen canopies murmur soft songs of […]
She’s folding carefully and tenderly her indigo calligraphy the words that never will be read, or sealed in magenta scent of roses. the words she once had treasured the words […]
They had walked the smooth boardwalk so many times, hand in hand, feeling the smoothness of the humid air, losing themselves in the musty smell of the swamp and the […]
She played me sweet and smilingly then left I was her partner in the arabesque but afterwards I’m the victim of her theft she was the beauty – I was […]
The summer breeze that kisses you, don’t ask he takes whatever he might want and leaves he takes and goes away and you’re deceived unfaithfulness is just his bashful task […]
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