Feed the sparrows
Come, tie a fragrant wreath of roses, and let its perfume fill our noses. Then dance me dizzy, light the pyres Let’s fill this graveyard with desire. Come, wrap me […]
Come, tie a fragrant wreath of roses, and let its perfume fill our noses. Then dance me dizzy, light the pyres Let’s fill this graveyard with desire. Come, wrap me […]
He stole the cheese to free the birds the four and twenty waiting Thieving magpie makes their day see prisoners escaping. The king was snoring in his bed, his breakfast […]
Today the Victoria at dVerse wants poetry of irony and I have the picture prompt from Visdare (Normalcy) below. I’ve never grown up with nursery rhymes of Mother Goose, but […]
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