Striations in the crust
Kerosene lantern guides my way as end is near to waning day I carve striations in the crust on skis toward remote chalet and guided by the moon I trust […]
Kerosene lantern guides my way as end is near to waning day I carve striations in the crust on skis toward remote chalet and guided by the moon I trust […]
She always melted into symbios like dying snow falling softly a background flower – wallflower forgotten even before you’ve met her hair was grey like a trailerpark backyard in early […]
in mud stained boots steadfast uphill pilgremage over the hilltop I will find a meadow hidden deep within myself I tried to write a tanka today for Carpe Diem. — […]
motherly love – still the ugly duckling’s tears could not be stopped The Kongofukuji temple is associated with Senju Kannon or the Boddhisatva of Motherly Love and Mother of the […]
they are the salmon sushi kind of girls chic chicks’ chitter-chatter lunch-break handbags larger than they ever need filled with clothes & Harlequin adventures blonde hair and magazinely perfect lips […]
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