embedded in the river’s silt
like blood is pumping through your veins a drop of precious wine lingers for the briefest moment in limbo between consumption and a kiss but burning in the candlelight it […]
like blood is pumping through your veins a drop of precious wine lingers for the briefest moment in limbo between consumption and a kiss but burning in the candlelight it […]
almost deflated blowing cross an empty beach forgotten beachball Or: empty beach – smells from plastic sack John Doe Linked to Carpe Diem — September 12, 2014
broken mirror – fading footsteps as she leaves rain against my face flight of butterfly – as chrysanthemums wither breeze of sulfur dying stars above behind my brimstone cloud – […]
A haiga for the art prompt. Summer has left, but I still recall those nights. Just a feeble attempt for Carpe Diem — September 11, 2014
broken wings – still the peacock butterfly paints the rock Linked to Carpe Diem — September 11, 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