The potent potion of a kiss
the potent potion of your kiss stirred with silver from a gibbous moon aroused with perfume from October’s frost shared in crystal flutes along the well-known paths silenced by an […]
the potent potion of your kiss stirred with silver from a gibbous moon aroused with perfume from October’s frost shared in crystal flutes along the well-known paths silenced by an […]
In the dancing shadow-play of the earthly Mother’s warming womb we wait for silence-seconds; among these limestone growing sculptures reality is shrinking with the distance to the anthill skyscrapering of […]
in reflected glow from the hooker’s cigarette – the fire of her john Linked to Carpe Diem — October 2, 2014
also the bullfrog listens to the nightingale – pond is kissed in gold Linked to Carpe Diem October 2, 2014
from the rough sea the salty smell of sea-weed – diving gulls Linked to Carpe Diem — October 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
Now we see through a glass, darkly