Images of fire and ice
I By sulphured paths green with moss pits were bubbling hissing sagas. Horses hooves in ash basalt in fumes II. In sheen of swords and warmth of ice, in fleece […]
I By sulphured paths green with moss pits were bubbling hissing sagas. Horses hooves in ash basalt in fumes II. In sheen of swords and warmth of ice, in fleece […]
Atlantic island born in ice and fire where clouds are kissing shores with rain awake again adventurous desires I easily from sunny shores abstain No, give me brimstone smell and […]
Carpe Diem prompt today is storyteller. My thoughts went immediately to the Icelandic saga writer Snorri Sturluson. He collected and wrote down many of the oral poetry from Iceland. I […]
Carpe Diem haiku prompt today is iceberg. I have only seen it once on Iceland. The picture below I took there. born by a glacier the iceberg leaves for sea […]
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