Carpe Diem Distillation – Ezra Pound’s ”The River-Merchant’s Wife”
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my […]
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my […]
fog over empty pond in wingspans of migratory geese farewell to summer (Ese) will the old man ever see raindrops on a young girl’s cheek? (Björn) Linked to […]
I wrap my arms around in vain her eyes and soul’s among the stars I’m earthbound, left behind in pain Invisible – the ice that bars togetherness’ forever gone my […]
The burning in his eyes and thickness of his throat was this the moment when, he would succumb to tears ? — To see her things on sale the dress […]
Alone, in tether bound forgotten upon loft a crown among the hounds his fur is sleek and soft now eyes speak sorrows moans, laments the loss of gone tomorrows and […]
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