Payday temptations
I pulled down the hood of my jacket, trying to keep my glasses free from rain. The wind from the harbor brought scents of mud and salt; far away the […]
I pulled down the hood of my jacket, trying to keep my glasses free from rain. The wind from the harbor brought scents of mud and salt; far away the […]
I remember mornings waking to the sound of foghorns; as if the harbor was my room or maybe me extending to their calls. I remember reaching for the moon or […]
as lanterns reflects in autumn rain a foghorn wails Linked to Carpe Diem — September 5, 2013
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 […]
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