To Marlow-guided Jungle paths
In white-out of the wailing weather tethered to a moaning mountain wind; blinded windows rattle, shaking wooden hut, but in the gentle fire-crackling warmth arms stay folded to surprising dreams […]
In white-out of the wailing weather tethered to a moaning mountain wind; blinded windows rattle, shaking wooden hut, but in the gentle fire-crackling warmth arms stay folded to surprising dreams […]
moonlit snow – carefully I cross wolverine tracks crying footsteps under snowy canopies and miles to go Linked to Carpe Diem — December 11, 2014
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 […]
The sound of highways, massaged by restless tires; sluggishly moving with the rush-hour glow-worms of constipated dreams. Collectively we’re quenched by listless waiting; stuck behind snowplows, with inane radio-shows to […]
Truth is to often becoming a doctrine, like Khalil Gibran says “Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it, but it divides us from truth”. […]
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