Dinner at the beach
Reflected sunlight ends the breath for us a dinner it’s a death as silver fades on muscled scales, to sizzling oil, from fin to tail, with garlic’s dressed She serves […]
Reflected sunlight ends the breath for us a dinner it’s a death as silver fades on muscled scales, to sizzling oil, from fin to tail, with garlic’s dressed She serves […]
vissa dagar är luften tunn – dess knivskarpa klarhet drar mig mot ljuset där jag blinkande likt en nyss uppdragen harr förlorar min kraft hjälplöst glider mina ord som okynniga […]
Complete a haiku by Basho missing a wife the bamboo grass dives under hmmm .. not easy missing a wife the bamboo grass dives under – an easy catch — […]
like ripe cherries she’s a hibiscus in the morning dread harbor wakened – foghorns wails – wooh wooh but still among the ships missing missing always missing S/S Endeavor wooh […]
Sometimes a picture is simply to good to write a good story to. This week’s Visdare is a real beauty. Then I recalled my own rule, write the exact opposite […]
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