As dreams inhaled
Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence darkly sensed, a breathless pause between a scream, and whispered lies. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched attracted […]
Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence darkly sensed, a breathless pause between a scream, and whispered lies. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched attracted […]
In this cascading purpleness your tears are falling flower leaves your fears are brittle butterflies you tear your hair as exercise cause in this crimson rain it hurts much less […]
leaves fall crying in darkness of approaching chill as daggers of the falling rain cut lashes in the scar tissue from last year’s winter — Linked to Carpe Diem — […]
as days begins to symphony in wisps of mist my aching back — More offerings at Carpe Diem — August 11, 2013
Sometimes a picture is simply to good to write a good story to. This week’s Visdare is a real beauty. Then I recalled my own rule, write the exact opposite […]
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