My concrete heart – Poetry for Friday Fictioneers.
The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me or what’s right. Are there answers on the wall? Painted clear with brazen clarity, In letters scribbled yes or […]
The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me or what’s right. Are there answers on the wall? Painted clear with brazen clarity, In letters scribbled yes or […]
Walking the familiar steps to work it was always easier if she imagined herself at her grandmother’s place. When she was happy with a ponytail bouncing with joy and curiosity. […]
See dewdrops on the budding rose shimmer in the candlelight The honeyd drink I’m offered burns the touch of chili bites Striations in the marble sheen of tempting crimson tracks […]
He always yearned for that tantalizing touch, the bashful lowered eyelash or the soft quivering lower lip. His search was random, travelling the subway system in search of paradise. Sometimes […]
burning fingertips tracing luscious curvatures soft like ripe peaches Linked to Carpe Diem Haiku — September 8, 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