Carpe Diem Haibun – My compost
To start a compost means to integrate yourself into the cycle of life, the reward is bountiful from flowers and vegetables. But where would my compost be without the earthworms? […]
To start a compost means to integrate yourself into the cycle of life, the reward is bountiful from flowers and vegetables. But where would my compost be without the earthworms? […]
the cobblestones are wet from rain when suddenly staccato of stiletto heels a glimpse of garter tantalize as do the whiteness of her moonlit breast in confidence she leaves her […]
Kitao wrote when the peonies bloomed, it seemed as though there were no flowers around them First the first line makes me think of loss, the peonies are not blooming […]
“I’d give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life’s decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.” ― Lewis Carroll […]
tickling breeze – scarlet secrets whispered lips barely moving Linked to Carpe Diem — September 01 – 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