Spoons and brooms
Outside the supermarket the same beggar sits in the same place every day, He peddles wooden spoons and brooms, but I never buy anything. I wonder how this life can […]
Outside the supermarket the same beggar sits in the same place every day, He peddles wooden spoons and brooms, but I never buy anything. I wonder how this life can […]
My words are mountains, surfs and breakers. There are days they hesitate and snake like silver rivulets in spring, at other times they foam, cascading with the force of summer […]
the gentle way grass bends for the wind – scarecrow lingers Linked to Carpe Diem — September 30, 2014
employment as scarecrow the beggar’s option Linked to Carpe Diem — September 16, 2013
Today the prompt on Carpe Diem is this haiku by Buson the owner of the field goes to see how his scarecrow is and comes back So venturing out to […]
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