They say only the south wind flattens grass
Not from the sunshine, late in September,not from the rains of October and though moonlight might brighten Novemberor the cold of Decemberthat covers the lake with its first paper-thin icethe […]
Not from the sunshine, late in September,not from the rains of October and though moonlight might brighten Novemberor the cold of Decemberthat covers the lake with its first paper-thin icethe […]
I bid you boldlywait a while, abide a bit while the moon is waning, waxing; linger, dear, until she’s full and spills her silverin the mountain tarnbeside our cabin door; listen, […]
Silver starlit stings tonightseven sisters rise to greetskies of fall, escaping rain;softly humming lullabies,see them revel, dancingsultry sirens stir, but wheresulks she, their lost Merope? Today we are writing about […]
At home today, Monday, three o’clock and I go for tea. Only a few steps from my desk to the kettle: another habit; a short break, a brief relapse. But […]
by the precipice –basking in the setting sunlone forget-me-notsmulling over cloudscapessailing onwards and away Today we write Jisei (death-poems) at dVerse with Frank. It was a long time since I […]
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