The candles in our house of tea – ghazal for dVerse
you softly touch the little scar between my eyes with your warm lips, slightly moist from Oolong tea like feathers wet from spring rain on that young dove we almost […]
you softly touch the little scar between my eyes with your warm lips, slightly moist from Oolong tea like feathers wet from spring rain on that young dove we almost […]
Twitter game #artwiculate had bungalow, and I thought I try to write yet a ghazal sonnet. I dream of you and me in bungalow entwined in hammock, sunset-bungalow by sea […]
I wanted to try writing a ghazal sonnet but missed the dVerse opportunity. Now we are supposed to write about memory, and that goes well with ghazal I think. The […]
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