A bough in six dimensions
I Perched, its shadow bleeds the bough, spring is rising sap and blackbirds waiting. II On the highest bough a caterpillar contemplates the possibility to butterfly. III Bless the tender […]
I Perched, its shadow bleeds the bough, spring is rising sap and blackbirds waiting. II On the highest bough a caterpillar contemplates the possibility to butterfly. III Bless the tender […]
Both grasses and trees waiting for the moon dewy evening Write something for this and a troiku to me I especially like that portion about waiting, there is something special […]
even the dewdrops morning sheen of emerald still just water Linked to Carpe Diem
Carpe Diem today is to write a haiku inspired by Garry Cays haiku: river stones along her garden path wet with dew stepping stones shimmering of morning dew as stream […]
morning shimmer dew frosting on furze a single leaf falls like verdigris – the evergreen shrubbery in dew frost morn Linked to Carpe Diem September 29, 2013
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