Shadows in the library
There are moments when he talks to shadows. He knows they care and never interrupt to leave him like a light might do. The moon, the sun even candles shine […]
There are moments when he talks to shadows. He knows they care and never interrupt to leave him like a light might do. The moon, the sun even candles shine […]
The waste of sunshine shadowed and watered grins in emptiness of words: “How do you feel today?” As watercolors blended into brown are pigmentation wasted. “Have a nice day” As […]
Georgia gives us this poem by Robert Frost: Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my […]
Shadowed by the carrion bird you pick the bones and sinew from the moonlit pond we shared Shadowed by the soot of history mistakes of destinies we never knew our […]
Today there’s a Carpe Diem Special to write your own haiku based on one by Kikusha-Ni there is nothing like the cool of the wind in this place blowing down […]
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