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
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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