Declaration for the ship
I We believe the world to be a ship; a ship on route through reefs and doldrums, through storms and hate. II We believe the world to be a ship; […]
I We believe the world to be a ship; a ship on route through reefs and doldrums, through storms and hate. II We believe the world to be a ship; […]
Weired the river’s low (1) it’s flow our hunger (2) wind blown,owned; (3) the soil is scorched (4) from carbon torched. (5) A weir is used to dam the water […]
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
It was either ascend by metaphors or go under a plain life Sink, immerse, suffocate and drown in gyring commonalities. Or so…
Signs of spring The tractor’s chewing spring-tired soil preparing wishes of the seed in this laidback equinox drizzle I take a not yet decayed oakleaf between my fingers letting texture […]
the old oak’s roots – reach from past to future recall last year linked to Carpe Diem — January 1, 2014
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