Carpe Diem Haiku – haiku noir
Only in stains of lipstick the echo of her bourbon voice remained. Smoking slowly his trenchcoat pocket bulges of unused Beretta. Despite the wet sound of rubber soles he has […]
Only in stains of lipstick the echo of her bourbon voice remained. Smoking slowly his trenchcoat pocket bulges of unused Beretta. Despite the wet sound of rubber soles he has […]
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