Incense of us
The way you sway and muslin cling on hips is sweet, infatuating inducing incubus insanity Come love succumb to me! Come succubus! In sense of scent (not innocent) we’re more […]
The way you sway and muslin cling on hips is sweet, infatuating inducing incubus insanity Come love succumb to me! Come succubus! In sense of scent (not innocent) we’re more […]
Wow what a great prompt in Carpe Diem today A haiku by Chiyo-ni, a female haiku master. Go to Kristjaan’s blog and read more about her. the flowering branch of […]
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