After the fireworks
When music from the fireworks, embrace and grip you gently with its feathered glove; delivering in flowered coup de grace, to listless years for few in hope of love through […]
When music from the fireworks, embrace and grip you gently with its feathered glove; delivering in flowered coup de grace, to listless years for few in hope of love through […]
peaceful woods – when tinkling icicles are wind-chimes Linked to Carpe Diem — December 4, 2014
Rust eats its past glories. Tomorrow’s warfare fades among butterflies. Dying muscles leaking oil; growing grass caress iron hulls. Forget the burns from ash. Linked to Real toads where we […]
war disaster unlikely matches made sowing seeds of peace Go visit Carpe Diem and read Hamish Gunn wonderful love story of Syrian refugees. — June 10, 2014
my hope’s like rust on padlocked doors as poems wear resistance down but then we’re trading peace for wars my hope were rust on padlocked doors when whitewashed lying settles […]
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