photo albums turned to dust – for dVerse
disaster smells like ash as summer-heat becoming flames in clouds above I see the images of paths I’ll never walk of dying woods, unwritten books of photo albums turned to […]
disaster smells like ash as summer-heat becoming flames in clouds above I see the images of paths I’ll never walk of dying woods, unwritten books of photo albums turned to […]
summer night – honeysuckle and wine together furnace heat anticipate the afternoon petrichor ripe tomatoes warm against your lips with basil leaves Linked to Carpe Diem
I feel the warmth of sun in singing birds the wind’s a gentle kiss on broken lips I smell the sea in nature’s lulling words like pomegranates are rubies, your […]
your smell my dear is pretty bad and if you love me, you are nuts for my antipathy I’m glad your smell my dear is pretty bad the day I […]
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