Apples and wind
October tiptoed over too gently, bringing the fall while kissing his apples to red, singeing leaves into scarlet and rust while in yellow she rose him from sleep with fog […]
October tiptoed over too gently, bringing the fall while kissing his apples to red, singeing leaves into scarlet and rust while in yellow she rose him from sleep with fog […]
October tiptoed so gently, coming with fall kissing the apples to red, singeing the leaves with scarlet and brown; in yellow she rose me from sleep with foggy fingers poking […]
The clock strikes twelve and all is almost well I’m close to warm with pillows to console me, as I lay here thinking of what once was dear the vows, […]
Today it’s one yeat since I started this blog. I will share this sestina on DVerse open link later today. The sestina this time is written as a dialogue.. as […]
This is my second try in doing a sestina. It takes time, and I have now reworked it a little bit. Instead of trying to find words, I used a […]
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