A pink umbrella – haibun for dVerse
His grizzled hair is wet and seated on the sidewalk he observes how pedestrians try to look the other way. His skin, is spotty leather and his sunken rib cage […]
His grizzled hair is wet and seated on the sidewalk he observes how pedestrians try to look the other way. His skin, is spotty leather and his sunken rib cage […]
The moon’s an onion, sun’s a pear as sweet as gold but silver-sharp the bitter night consists of tears. Yet daylight bring me teeth of sharks it’s cruel scimitars, it’s […]
Her cheeks were blossoms pink from turns of friendly cards. Before I turned the fool for sequins laid, I drew death (as if mortality was nothing more than life) Counting […]
O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns are shed, your silver slips through fingertips of frozen branches while from the deeper downs, perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips […]
I listen to my shadow, spelling words of moon, a certain taste in songs, the grass beside the path we used to walk where birds were flutes and taste of […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly