Choices – Friday Fictioneers Haibun
Eve’s choice was hard. On the surface different: Promises of yellow sunshine from Jeff, his laughter like pearls on a string. Robert always passionately red , with taste of sweetest […]
Eve’s choice was hard. On the surface different: Promises of yellow sunshine from Jeff, his laughter like pearls on a string. Robert always passionately red , with taste of sweetest […]
in late autumn farmer binds his hope to wheat bundles when field mouses have dinner in the sheaf farmer hunger — September 23, 2013
silent rain like falling willow leaves – a geisha’s tears Linked to Carpe Diem — September 22, 2013
illusions – like dewdrops captured on wings of dragonfly I enter this one separately at Carpe Diem instead of as a comment. Based on a comment from Victoria, where she […]
morning dew on wing’s of dragonfly as she rests — Linked to Carpe Diem — September 21, 2013
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