Carpe Diem Haiku – Flame
burning flame he feels its gentile touch visiting her grave “I am the flame and I am the dry bush, and one part of me consumes the other part” (Khalil […]
burning flame he feels its gentile touch visiting her grave “I am the flame and I am the dry bush, and one part of me consumes the other part” (Khalil […]
sound of silence midnight loneliness hurts my ears “A great singer is he who sings our silences” (Khalil Gibran) echoes in my empty heart – her bathroom songs “I have […]
Khalil Gibran says: “Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness”. zealous priest preaching tolerance – for himself To me tolerance is something that can only be given, never […]
Regarding masks Khalil Gibran said: “Even the masks of life are masks of deeper mystery” smiling mask hides his depression – aging clown And yes — I was thinking of […]
Regarding walls Khalil Gibran says: “After all this is not a bad prison; but I do not like this wall between my cell and the next prisoner’s cell; Yet 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