Ode to bucolic winds
Behold the dawn to blanket me with daffodils; listen you, bucolic breeze, make love and thrive beneath my happy moon; climb every sacred bloom, eat garden poetry in shade, relax […]
Behold the dawn to blanket me with daffodils; listen you, bucolic breeze, make love and thrive beneath my happy moon; climb every sacred bloom, eat garden poetry in shade, relax […]
A magnetic poem for the quadrille at dVerse using the word green inside.
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