The mask of the red death
In your deepest void, the smothered dreams are shaded with your agonizing nights where walls surround you, squeeze you closed and capped in bordello-burgundy velvet, hold you in a red […]
In your deepest void, the smothered dreams are shaded with your agonizing nights where walls surround you, squeeze you closed and capped in bordello-burgundy velvet, hold you in a red […]
shattered dreams slipping through my fingers sun-warm sand waves caress your shore as footsteps lead away Jen shared the wonderful poem “A dream within a Dream” on Carpe Diem —
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