My mist of thoughts
I remember words, as pebbles, beads unstringed, as waves of thoughts, impressions leaves and sieved from tarns as silver, moonlight spilled. “You said it wrong. It never was like this […]
I remember words, as pebbles, beads unstringed, as waves of thoughts, impressions leaves and sieved from tarns as silver, moonlight spilled. “You said it wrong. It never was like this […]
Remember those where poppies flew on Flanders fields – a horrid view now grass is green despite the blood that once was seeping through the mud from heated rifle’s deathly […]
I do remember falling towers of September the orange clouds against cerulean blue a fall that changed the world forever I do remember Lehman Brothers in September of future’s gone […]
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