I heard in birdsong …. Pantoum for dVerse
I heard in birdsong from the trees Sweet singers are invisible they sang temptations to be free How could they? it’s unfeasible Sweet singers are invisible They tempt us to […]
I heard in birdsong from the trees Sweet singers are invisible they sang temptations to be free How could they? it’s unfeasible Sweet singers are invisible They tempt us to […]
freedom lost and gone was imprisoned on the rock tax evasion crime Haiku for Haiku Heights free. Sometimes it’s nice to write about the opposite of the prompt. And I […]
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