Favorite Perfume
The top-note when we met was an essence creamed from honeysuckle, it was from lavender and lily we fell and next we traded years of heart-notes whiffs of forest pines […]
The top-note when we met was an essence creamed from honeysuckle, it was from lavender and lily we fell and next we traded years of heart-notes whiffs of forest pines […]
This poem is a potion made from sandalwood and myrrh, and usual stuff like attar from a midnight rose, cinnamon and ambergris, a touch of thyme and rosemary, but underneath […]
the Lotus bloomed before the summer breath and now I wake up (Kuheli) her sweet perfume still lingers echoes in my empty room Linked to Carpe Diem […]
A whiff of perfume suddenly, could bring me back in time For real or maybe drunkenly? I feel her hand in mine My grandmother, she walks beside I’m five, and […]
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