Only in ellipsis …
I see when censorship from jacobian bearded gaffers wielding billhook reason and Kalashnikov persuasion can ablate the satire to a blackout ebony of robed attire and whispered words of cowardice. […]
I see when censorship from jacobian bearded gaffers wielding billhook reason and Kalashnikov persuasion can ablate the satire to a blackout ebony of robed attire and whispered words of cowardice. […]
Hidden in their golden binnacle — secretly the compass shows in comet’s tail. A trail, directions perfume-lead in frankincense and myrrh leading to the stable with the manger of noel. […]
The joss-sticks burning for a circumstance when idler with the tinsel-eyes has met again, his green-eyed mistress of absinthe In riptides of emotions he will greet the morning stars of […]
The word juggle on trifecta fits perfect for this story. Therefore I post it there. On twitter there are various daily wordgames or prompts. I have in this haibun combined […]
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