Breaking the silence
A windless morning, clear and crisp, our tent is still in the grasp of silence. Nothing is moving until I turn in my sleeping bag, and as it slips against […]
A windless morning, clear and crisp, our tent is still in the grasp of silence. Nothing is moving until I turn in my sleeping bag, and as it slips against […]
Birgitta wrote the wonderful haiku below: Frozen thoughts remember eclipse not sunlight and I should complete this one with two lines (tan renga). My thought went to Tomten by Victor […]
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