Death is dressed in white,bed-sheet pale, with rasping breath;his callous hands caress the child,whisper words of anguish, callingfor a fever-ridden sleepof his fatal consumption. Talking in tongues of his motherhe […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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
