The oak and moon
Watched with arms outstretched the oak with boughs and branches shadowplays the moon in black swan arabesque. Today at dVerse MTB Victoria want us to write Imagist poetry inspired by […]
Watched with arms outstretched the oak with boughs and branches shadowplays the moon in black swan arabesque. Today at dVerse MTB Victoria want us to write Imagist poetry inspired by […]
the old oak’s roots – reach from past to future recall last year sheltered by its canopy we carved a vow of love My tanka in response to the Tan […]
the old oak’s roots – reach from past to future recall last year linked to Carpe Diem — January 1, 2014
in gentle breeze oak wakes from winter sleep while ducklings chirp Linked to Carpe Diem — May 8, 2014
old oak waits till last carefully unfolds its leaves when blackbirds sing under its lime-green canopy purple frog-cups whisper spring in oak-leaf carpet acorn sends a sapling forth gnarled old […]
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