Once soaring high – Villanelle for Magtales.
on vulture’s wings, once soaring high where meadows where, just ash remain as memories are on display for sake of progress you can buy to sacrifice and have it slain […]
on vulture’s wings, once soaring high where meadows where, just ash remain as memories are on display for sake of progress you can buy to sacrifice and have it slain […]
when inkwashed skies reflect in pooling tears come shut those doors and stay with me inside let burning birch-wood embers take those fears you will from bonds of sorrow be […]
She seeks the roses of a faded youth and saves them deep inside her treasure chest its wheels could play a madrigal of truth but all she hears is sunshine […]
Walking the familiar steps to work it was always easier if she imagined herself at her grandmother’s place. When she was happy with a ponytail bouncing with joy and curiosity. […]
The burning in his eyes and thickness of his throat was this the moment when, he would succumb to tears ? — To see her things on sale the dress […]
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