Your smell – triolet
your smell my dear is pretty bad and if you love me, you are nuts for my antipathy I’m glad your smell my dear is pretty bad the day I […]
your smell my dear is pretty bad and if you love me, you are nuts for my antipathy I’m glad your smell my dear is pretty bad the day I […]
A little fun writing for dVerse open link night. I took the picture the other day. Phil was driving to the bar exclaiming to the world “finally I’ll join the […]
Today the Victoria at dVerse wants poetry of irony and I have the picture prompt from Visdare (Normalcy) below. I’ve never grown up with nursery rhymes of Mother Goose, but […]
I dream to cross the water There yonder lies a valley With a mountain creek I want to drink the water Of that mountain stream I yearn for freshness there […]
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