Before Breakfast
It’s not that I like mornings, don’t hate then either but sometimes I just cannot sleep. When it’s too late to fall asleep again, and too early to go up […]
It’s not that I like mornings, don’t hate then either but sometimes I just cannot sleep. When it’s too late to fall asleep again, and too early to go up […]
A sugar rush of touch as butter- flies this rub of you, a wetness — cadence skin to skin this morning breath to chest. I weave my fingers with your […]
my warm hand feel your hand in mine – cinnamon smell softness of my naked skin on a birthday morning Linked to Carpe Diem — January 25, 2014
burning light – behind a wall of clouds hardly breathing Linked to Carpe Diem November 7, 2014
even the dewdrops morning sheen of emerald still just water Linked to Carpe Diem
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