October walk
A sun, still sleepyfails to warm my skin, whileblanketing the meadowsa morning mist wetmy shoes, the grass, still green,I raise my eyes and watchthe burning leaves of maple trees,birch trees […]
A sun, still sleepyfails to warm my skin, whileblanketing the meadowsa morning mist wetmy shoes, the grass, still green,I raise my eyes and watchthe burning leaves of maple trees,birch trees […]
October you, come rain and night and blow despair away on tender feet; denounce me first but bring me peace and let me sleep in lucid dreams. October you, come […]
oh, sweet October… spare thy frost on yonder grapes our sweet summer wine (Opie Houston) warms us in the winter’s cold togetherness in ember’s glow (Björn) — I […]
October by Robert Frost O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the […]
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