Drying our wings
When even hell has closed its doors we’re waiting by the river shore empty purses, swaying, waiting. saying: we cannot pay the ferryman. And every night the river suicides will […]
When even hell has closed its doors we’re waiting by the river shore empty purses, swaying, waiting. saying: we cannot pay the ferryman. And every night the river suicides will […]
mountain cabin from its beard of icicles sunshine water-drops Linked to Carpe Diem — December 13, 2014
Like honey dripping sweet suite of swooning strings my arms around your waist; once a favorite waste of time dancing like the waves of sea. But in your eyes I […]
standing on the edge eyes of glacier crevices tempt in turquoise hues Linked to Carpe Diem — December 12, 2014
Birgitta wrote the wonderful haiku below: Frozen thoughts remember eclipse not sunlight and I should complete this one with two lines (tan renga). My thought went to Tomten by Victor […]
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