Old oak – for dVerse
old oak waits till last carefully unfolds its leaves when blackbirds sing under its lime-green canopy purple frog-cups whisper spring in oak-leaf carpet acorn sends a sapling forth gnarled old […]
old oak waits till last carefully unfolds its leaves when blackbirds sing under its lime-green canopy purple frog-cups whisper spring in oak-leaf carpet acorn sends a sapling forth gnarled old […]
thunderclouds caressed my brow on leaden feet I wandered ash-clouds plastered in my gaze obscuring all what’s yonder sunshine streams through canopies garden birds are singing daffodils – the perfumed […]
airborn paper wings spring-time dancing kites children pull his strings grandpa while zephyr warms April’s babbling brook children laugh Today Jules is the ghostwriter of Carpe Diem. I have tried […]
the way compassion carry weights of other’s pain – spring breeze blows gently a baby’s cry greet harshness of our world mother try to soothe Linked to Carpe Diem, many […]
In solemn paint-by-numbers umbra hues we toil in routine shades of beige and tan and linger in a cul-de-sac of dreary soil in muddy boots we walk when suddenly we […]
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