Breakfast and November
In the twilight of November with moon a sickle sharp and bleeding, I saw your shadow passing, through our garden, dun. I waited, asked: “Do you still remember?”, and you […]
In the twilight of November with moon a sickle sharp and bleeding, I saw your shadow passing, through our garden, dun. I waited, asked: “Do you still remember?”, and you […]
Remembrance is the persistent itch from grains of sand remaining in a left shoe from summer beachwalks just before sunset. I wrote a second entry for Victoria’s prompt on imaginism […]
Twitter game #artwiculate had bungalow, and I thought I try to write yet a ghazal sonnet. I dream of you and me in bungalow entwined in hammock, sunset-bungalow by sea […]
I wanted to try writing a ghazal sonnet but missed the dVerse opportunity. Now we are supposed to write about memory, and that goes well with ghazal I think. The […]
Carpe Diem prompt today is staff or walking stick. The image that come before me is an old man, and what better to use is this self portrait by Hokusai, […]
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