Gently rocked
at signs of thunderstorm in early afternoon I sit and contemplate gently rocked in my kayak should we leave and head ashore? or maybe take the risk and stay? the […]
at signs of thunderstorm in early afternoon I sit and contemplate gently rocked in my kayak should we leave and head ashore? or maybe take the risk and stay? the […]
A coverage of ice Have polished the shoreline Rocks resembling bread Just out of the oven A bakers dream of perfection Smooth as silk to touch No root has yet […]
The moon sings harmonies for me I am a silent man It sings the story ’bout a life that’ll be I am a patient man My future can be bleak […]
The door has been locked for me I know what happens there inside I’m outside I here the laughter, you and him Your have excluded me and now I’m outside […]
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