When will the summer melt my frozen tears?
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
In white-out of the wailing weather tethered to a moaning mountain wind; blinded windows rattle, shaking wooden hut, but in the gentle fire-crackling warmth arms stay folded to surprising dreams […]
The rust in your eyes is shallowly panting; in flaking decay like the timely striations of granite – the dreams from the glaciers carved the notes once sung divinely that […]
Summer sachets of lavender longing in linen a smell of southern Provence my dreams are still warm in its seasoning The sunset of tangerine glistening butterflies dancing — we tasted […]
the silver road – shining in my first dream access barred Linked to Carpe Diem — January 29, 2015
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