Broken Bones – for dVerse
Binary — her broken bones, encoded, loaded into sequences of purplish vacancies. In magnetic vortex arithmetic building boolean combinations, the manifolds of truth. Ever they are multiplying in my sterile […]
Binary — her broken bones, encoded, loaded into sequences of purplish vacancies. In magnetic vortex arithmetic building boolean combinations, the manifolds of truth. Ever they are multiplying in my sterile […]
even sacred ropes cannot tie the pilgrim down – horizon calling Linked to Carpe Diem — December 5, 2014
a gentle waltz in her grey spring kimono – the morning mist Linked to Carpe Diem — January 4, 2014
catching first sun – unaware the sleeping birch awaits the spring Linked to Carpe Diem — January 4, 2014
Our mind’s on chrome and motor oil on gasoline and blazing sun. The tarmac serpent licks the soil, and counting miles our engines run, towards a target far out west […]
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