Horizing
It’s not the scent of vertical rain, but how the shadows where spun from a cumulus cloud to flee with the wind cross the vastness of sea and to meet […]
It’s not the scent of vertical rain, but how the shadows where spun from a cumulus cloud to flee with the wind cross the vastness of sea and to meet […]
So much is wasted, in breathless peeking through the keyhole at skin exposed in the unlit chamber with drawn curtains. When Susie prompt us to write about keyholes at toads […]
Remembrance is the persistent itch from grains of sand remaining in a left shoe from summer beachwalks just before sunset. I wrote a second entry for Victoria’s prompt on imaginism […]
Watched with arms outstretched the oak with boughs and branches shadowplays the moon in black swan arabesque. Today at dVerse MTB Victoria want us to write Imagist poetry inspired by […]
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